I tip my cap to all you local high school athletes who are busy fighting the Cold War… that is if my hat doesn’t blow off first.
Local baseball, softball, lacrosse, track, and tennis players have two opponents in the spring, the other team, and the biting spring days that New England offers. Hitting a baseball, clearing a hurdle, ripping an overhand smash, and firing a bullet into the net all demand great skills under the optimum of conditions. But doing it on a 40 degree day, with a vicious northeast wind in place makes it downright heroic.
I don’t know how you do it. I covered the Ayer-Parker baseball game yesterday and I am still shivering. I had four layers of clothes on, plus gloves and the multitude of natural insulation that I have, and watched the players play pretty well.
This is nowhere near the roughest spring we have had recently, but postponements already abound. That merely condenses the schedules and forces the athletes to work even harder.
There is no answer to this problem. We live in New England and it goes with the territory. But I truly admire all that you do, under the worst of circumstances.