Fogust

We are back to some "safe" ground balls after a two week hiatus. Physically this works for me as I'd like to keep going; whether we end up having a softball season or not (not likely). It's good to get back out there with the guys and stretch it out. I don't leave the house without a mask and it looks like that piece of cloth has become another softball accessory. Don't leave home without it.

In a normal year, August is really the beginning of the off-season in San Francisco. Generally, softballers here are putting away their gloves, after a full season of play and 3 tournaments in July. There is even some softball burnout. It's a total blank slate this year. 

Fogust is alive.
Green wet grass and softballers masks
make gray blue.  

Mother nature has nothing to do with what's going on with people, it's not her department. It's August or as some of us call it here: Fogust.  The cool breeze and the fluffy gray and white sky permeates everything in the mornings. Playing in the Bay Area for the last 20 years, I prefer this coolness. When you're playing on the road and have to do a game in a much warmer climate, you really feel the heat more than locals. When I see people talk about 114 degrees, in say Palm Springs, this time of year I think: "ouch".

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