In case you haven't heard, it's soccer season. Yes, in this cold, dreary, wet — did I say cold — weather, high school boys and girls are braving the elements to play the world's game.
It's absolutely crazy soccer starts in mid-January. I've been to games played on frost-covered fields with the wind chill way below freezing. I've hunkered in tiny pressboxes and huddled around small space heaters to watch a game in the dead of winter while 22 teenagers — and two benches of players — slowly catch a cold. I'm worried about cold fingers as I try to write and follow along with the action. I'm sure cold fingers are just a minor nuisance to the players as total bodies start to go numb.