So my breaking point was at the red sox game this past Saturday night. I knew it was going to be a tough week. Lots of clouds, intermittent rain and a pesky on shore flow that kept our temperatures well below where they should be. But I have a personal rule, I will not attend a red sox game before the 2nd week of May as I do not care to be sitting in an old wooden chair all bundled up drinking my overpriced and under served beer.
So with two games last week, I assumed all off season that I would be in the clear. Not so my friends. Wednesday? I felt like I was watching a haunted baseball game with the consistent cloud of mist that hovered over Fenway all night. It was so shitty out that I wasn't even able to find a last minute person to accompany me to the game. First time that has ever happened. By the time the downpour came in the 7th inning, I was way too drunk and way to close to the field to give up on the game. I stuck it out till the end and saw a great game. Got soaked and felt like a loser going alone but it all worked out in the end.
Saturday, things could not have looked better. It began on Friday afternoon when we finally saw the sun sneak through after 5+ days of cloud cover. Saturday morning started out foggy as hell but once it burned off, the whole region (except for Cape Cod) jumped up t0 70 degrees. Beautiful! But a classic New Enlgand spring time curve ball was coming.
Those few of you that follow my twitter feeds might have seen the tweet i put up on Saturday morning about how everyone should enjoy the warmth but to be careful to not get caught in shorts later on because a cold front was moving through and a big change was in store. I had no idea how right I would be.
We left for the game on Saturday afternoon at 4:45 with the temperature hovering just above 70 degrees, ample sunshine and no wind at all. By the time we got to our seats at 6:50, the temperature had dropped to 52 degrees, the winds had picked up dramatically out of the north east and my good friend the spooky mist cloud had settled over Fenway again. What a joke.
My breaking point came in the top of the 7th. Even my partially obstructed view could not obstruct the bitter cold wind that kept cutting through my thin and probably too tight clothing. Judging by the outcome of the game, that decision may have been the best one of the night.
So I have joined you all. I am not talking anyone off the ledge anymore. I am fed up with this pattern and I crave the springtime weather that we all love before it gets too damn hot and humid.
I wish I could say that I had good news for you all. But after a nice warm up tomorrow (albeit with little to no sunshine) we fall back to our on shore and cloudy flow for the remainder of the week. It will be warmer at least. No more 50 degree days. Unless the rapture actually did happen and our hell suddenly becomes and endless stretch of cloudy 50 degree days. I think that would be called purgatory though.
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