Well… is there anything worse than taking a ball in the groin on a 103 degree day? Probably not. Although, I think our goalkeeper, Dennis, may have felt even worse than I did. A food born illness on a 103 degree day? Not for the faint of heart.

I have been telling people for weeks that the weather here has become entirely laughable. It is just too hot for human habitation. Seriously. Twenty two grown men trying to play soccer in this godforsaken climate, in the heat of the day (and on a kiddie field nonetheless), is nuts (no pun intended). But, we’ll survive to fight another day. Next Sunday, actually.

It wasn’t a very pretty game, at least the parts I can remember. It was really like standing in front of an open pizza oven and just talking about what we might do were we actually playing. Except we did play. But the pizza oven part was true. And we tied. So what. We will see the Banana Bangers again on October 31st (Halloween?) and we’ll look forward to a better effort then. I have learned over time that a small field is sometimes the great equalizer. I think it was on this day. The next time we play them will be at Premier Park (adult fields!) and we will be able to employ a few more assets. Namely speed. And hopefully coherent thought, which shouldn’t be taken for granted on a 103 degree day!

So, just forget about this game. I’m trying to. Remember Yo and Steve’s goals if you like but please try and forget my wide open miss. I apologize to everyone that we actually had to pay money to play on a day such as this, in conditions that would suffocate a horny toad. But it will get better (I think!). Fall approaches. And in the immortal words of John Donne (who assuredly never experienced heat such as this):

No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace

As I have seen in one autumnal face;

Kinda makes your skin tingle doesn’t it? Or is that just the onset of dehydration?