No Runs, Mis-hits, Cold Air...

I've decided that I am a pimple of the butt of humanity. I'm cold, tired, and sick of rain. It has rained every day for the last two weeks. I'm sick of it. I had to broadcast a ball game today on the TV station. We couldn't sit in the press box and they stuck us in left field... literally. One of the players hit a line drive right at us. I was cool as a cucumber on the air, but I just about dropped a deuce in my drawers. Then another pop foul ball came down just to the left of me... I had to laugh... plus, the temperature (which this time of year is around the mid 70's) dropped like a rock into the 40's... I didn't bring a jacket cause I thought we'd be in the press box where it was warm... oops! The wind was blowing at about 40 mph... making things down right freezing... I was so cold that I struggled to keep my teeth from chattering on the air. The game was exciting. But I was so cold that I didn't really care. Stopped and got a bite to eat and came home to nod off... Doug update: not too good I'm afraid. His lungs are a little better and clearer, but he is now bleeding internally. I'm afraid it's looking a bit grim for my friend... I'm trying not to think about the whole thing... it makes me sad. It's in God's hands now... his will be done.