They are called the Tucson Old Timers--you have to be at least sixty to play--and they play baseball even while well over 100; not years: degrees. It will reach 114 or so, today, and although the Old Timers start rather early in the day, they cannot avoid getting hot under the collar.
Even the birds return to their perches, after chasing down flies, and pant with their mouths open.
They don't wear short pants because they think they have lovely legs. They wear short pants because that is how they live their lives, at seventy-something, at over 110 or something: in short pants. "Huhh, huhh, huhh. My god, it is a long way from first to third! Huhh, huhh. I'll be all right!"
Some of the guys have a little Bible-study group after the games: in June they concentrate mostly on hellfire and brimstone. Some of the other guys go and have a beer together: they are thinking about streams in the desert; life-giving waters, and all that.
I never was much on hellfire and brimstone.
Not hellfire and brimstone though well aware of both--but more about bridges!
ReplyDeleteOh, I know, Mike. But I am workiing on heat, here, and I could not resist!
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