In college I knew a couple of guys who majored in Meteorology. If I the ad known that I would one day spend a great deal of every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday trying to get an accurate picture of the weather for Sunday mornings, then I would have considered changing majors to join them.

Most days I am pretty casual about the weather. I look out our kitchen windows because they face west. I look at the weather app on my phone for the basics. But for Sunday mornings, I need details. Of course, predicting the weather in New England is dicey. I think that it is going to be raining Sunday morning (again). If it is more than a light drizzle, I will not be at the field to play.

If it is not raining, we will kick off at 9:00 AM at Murphy Field. I hope that it is dry enough that we can play and I can say how much I have missed playing on Sundays, how I am still amazed that some of you can’t do a proper throw-in, that it is just not that difficult to pack a colored shirt and a white shirt, that some of you still don’t get that grey is neither light nor dark, and all the other fun stuff.

Lawrence