A WINTER RESPITE AND THEN THE BIG CHILL — by Steve Nadis
Unfortunately, it all came to an end late on Saturday night when the temperatures began to plummet and the precipitation went from rain to sleet to snow. Ironically, perhaps, this was about the same time the fortunes of the New England Patriots began to go South. (That expression again; my sincere apologies to any Southerners in the audience.) What does that mean? To me, it signifies the end to the dreamworld existence that the Patriots have afforded their fans over the past few years. The team could do anything, it seemed, and always came through when it mattered. Except for that fateful Saturday night, when the dream team became all too mortal in Denver. At the same time, the dream weather we’d been experiencing gave way to the harsh realities of winter in New England. The windchill factor is now 0, or thereabouts–the normal order of things. Life goes on–albeit with a few extra layers to help us endure.
Fantabulous post title!
The up sides:
>>A month and a half of winter left.
>>When does baseball season start?
Thanks FW, I don’t hear the word "fabulous" often enough. And good for you: always looking on the bright side.
And I am assuming that you apply the appropriate fashion sense when dressing in these layers….
Fashion first, last, and always. It’s more than just a motto for me–it’s a way of life.
Hey, I’d take 0 degrees if I could just see the damn sun again. We in the Northwest are getting a little water logged and stir crazy.
Hey Doc, yer right. I ain’t complainin’. And I unnerstand you’ve had some dampness up thar in yer neck o’ the woods.