Dear People,
As you know, my eyes fill with the tears of 1,000 unadopted hairy-nosed otter pups whenever I have to cancel a game, but the harsh reality is that it rained much of the night, it’s icy cold, grey, and drizzly as I peck these very words, and all four weather services I check say there will be sunless intermittent rain and thunderstorms through noon.
Yeah, call me an organizational coward if you must, or even worse, a spiritually broken monster, but if this isn’t proof certain that nature herself is the biggest softball-destroying whackjob since softball became a thing, then I don’t know what.
Until next week, and as always, resolve . . . Raymond