At 17o you might imagine a multitute of things that lie outside living in this region. Strangely enough I uttered one of the more common ones; "Huh. Not too bad." It was so because this was the first day of practice. Outdoors. What a great day to be a football coach. It became abundantly clear to me as I stepped out of my car at the practice field that it was a great day to be a football player too. These guys were energized and chomping at the bit. It reminded me of Denver, oddly enough I know, when I saw bright orange adorned players and someone was using the snow shovel to clear lines and an endzone on our practice field. Not a one complained about the cold, no matter what else you here. Unless it was on the offense. I'd believe that.
I confess that even with the Phoenix gear I posse ...