Tomorrow is the big day. The first Blue Bomber game of the year.
The only downside to this? Visitors. My dad is coming in for the game. We have to clean up. Fast.
See Ali's blog for further details.
I'm excited to see my dad again. It's been a few weeks, and I like hanging out, just the two of us. When my uncle couldn't make the game, I quickly turned around and gave the extra tickets to a good friend of mine who will enjoy the game as well, so I did my good deed (off the clock) for the day. Also, I can sit with my pops instead of my friend.
It has been hot and humid here for the last few days. Every time I imagine being on vacation when it's cold here, I never remember the humidity. I hate humidity. The worst was when we went to the Bahamas one August, or Cuba in July. I hate that feeling when your clothes stick to you, and sweat runs into your eyes.
Good thing I don't live down South, because I would be cranky right now.
Speaking of being down South, a few of the Blue Bombers come from Georgia/Florida/Tennessee, etc. and know hot weather very well. I shake my head as they run around the field with sweatpants and toques on their heads. It is only 80 or 85 here after all.
By this time tomorrow, my throat will be sore, and my ears will be ringing. Geez, it's only the pre-season. I gotta pace myself.