A day over 30 degrees in Wisconsin in springtime means it’s time to go throwing. At a balmy 44 degrees, it was nearly shorts weather.
We got out to the park, saw all the mud when the Oz man (my shagger) says ‘You better aim for the ice Ma.’ Good advice. Especially for him because every time I’d hit the mud, he’d get splattered with it. It was a fun day and I hit some very steady throws. One LWFD went 48′ and change. A big PR but I’ll be more excited when I hit it consistently AND in competition.
For now, I’m thankful that my almost 13 year old thinks this is fun and keeps coming with me. And I’ll aim for the ice as long as possible.
None of us are nuclear experts, but we know that if there is a melt-down and breach of containment, that’s clearly the most odious thing that could happen.