These are the times that try frozen souls. One hundred and two degrees outside today? And tomorrow? The high in Miami the next few days will be in the 80s. South Florida will be appreciably cooler than D.C. this week. (Maybe Miami is a hockey town. Maybe the commissioner should pursue an expansion franchise there.)
Only reptiles could like this weather — and the non-hockey playing ones at that. It’s not easy to move about in such a climate and remember better days. Like when we were buried under feet of snow and were house-bound, and watching hockey. But our friends at DCist have a Flickr account with an ample abundance of frosty images from our three big burials last winter. I enjoyed perusing them last night, and if you’re suffering from spiritual heat stroke as I am this week, you might, too. How welcome might this forecast look on our TV screens right about now:
The most mature among us became kids again in our wintry wonderland.
I recall especially the Redding Out of white Washington for a Sunday matinee against the Pens during Blizzard II. That was an enormous comeback win for the Caps, and how better to celebrate than with a good old fashioned snowball fight?
We got good use out of yardsticks, too.
And you know who handles big snowstorms a bit better than Washingtonians? Moscowvites: