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Car topper consisting of the heaviest slush my wipers ever had to swish away.

It might be snowing harder right now than it has at any point this winter. It's like a thunderstorm right now with the heavy precip but no thunder or lightning.

I found it weird that the West Branch Susky nor the Juniata even came close to freezing over this winter despite it being so cold in January into early February. I would have bet my life's savings that they would freeze.

And I've reached that point where if it's going to be warm, let's be dry. There's so much mud. So much mud.

First pitch was at 7:05 PM. Happy summer.

I haven't been able to keep up with the sport in the past few years but aside from the PSU dynasty that continues to roll on (at what point does Cael Sanderson just get bored and find something else to do?), I feel like there was a points scoring change or something that confused the hell out of me. That may have only been within Greco Roman because Chael Sonnen (greatest trash talker of all time, undefeated and undisputed Middleweight and Light Heavyweight champion of everything, and toughest son of a bitch god ever made) was discussing it on a Podcast and my brain started to melt. I can also talk rasslin if needed. Although, I grew up and realized it was fake the day the rich guy's limousine blew up and he was on TV two weeks later to talk to America about a roid rage case where a dude killed his family by using his finishing maneuver on them and then hung himself with a Bowflex. How did Bowflex not take the same kind of hit that Peloton is currently taking for Mr. Big having a heart attack on the virtual Tour de France?

You have my UNDIVIDED attention.

This is why I'm trying to find out what'll blow up the board. If we can get a "hot" tag here in the next hour or so, we may trick some idiots into thinking the models pulled us back in, only to open a thread discussion about which Darren Stevens was better. I like making people feel silly.

My favorite part about postseason wrestling is when they get rid of the turnbuckles and we can actually see the action. Oh. Not that wrestling. Whoopsie.

I'll talk about anything. What do you want to talk about? I'm down for anything. It's been a minute since I've had an honest to god, in depth conversation about Abdominal Aortic Aneurysms. Fancy a chat about that? Because I gotta tell ya, this weather ain't going to carry a conversation past the elderly man stage of talk where it's a filler in between "Howdy," and "This country is going straight to Hell."

I absolutely don't. I still don't think we have seen the best Joel Embiid has to give. We may never get it due to his frailty, but it is my assertion that Embiid is capable of taking entire seasons over. I think we have seen the best of James Harden and that guy by himself ain't it. Healthy, in-form Joel Embiid could probably drag a collection of stiffs to the Finals.

And when Embiid breaks in March and this whole thing goes to shit and Giannis plops his giant, "Greek" nuts on everyone's faces, today is going to look like a monumental mistake.

I was nine inches below, as well. HIYOOOOOO

I honestly can't remember the temperature, I just know it rained. I spent New Year's Day doing Christmas in Port Matilda, which as the microclimate breakdown from our resident New Yorker, Port Matilda is climatologically the dark side of the Moon compared to me just NW of Philipsburg.

It's 50°F here. I dont remember the last 50°F day. The snow is saying "Sayanora," and the water on top of the ice is returning. That was one cold month.

Cold rain

Are you the owner?

Why don't you have a seat over here?

My parents aided with the post storm collection and reconstruction of Homestead, Florida. I fell in love with the weatherman (Tom Casey, WTAJ in Altoona) around the same time. I used to pretend to do the weather on the wall of my apartment outside as a kid. Weather is something I love. I love reading about it, learning about how the weather works, how storms occur, why they act the way they do, and why they don't sometimes. I enjoy the post-storm analysis or autopsy when things go wrong. I love the extremes of all seasons. I get off on disaster. Not so much the human toll, but the toll the planet takes from an EF5 tornado or from a 7.1 magnitude earthquake, or how Texas shuts down when it's below 60. The problem is, the extremes seen to be heavily slanted towards one thing: flooding. I don't find any interest in flooding. I know how water works. I know how the lack of dikes work. It does nothing for me. So the current global trend is kind of boring and sad to me. So, yeah. Some of us may lose the passion for weather as we all become Roanoke.

This is literally what is written in French on the welcome signs to Montreal.

Humor aside, I agree with almost all of this. The extra innings and doubleheader rules from the Covid season honestly make me wish there hadn't been a season at all that year. The Astros trash can scandal also left me with a bad taste for baseball and how only Hinch and Cora felt any real punishment. Multiple players should have been banned for life for that shit and at the end of the day, opposing pitchers didn't even have the sack to throw at the bums and they managed to get to the World Series. Thankfully the baseball gods (and Jorge Soler) had other ideas for how it would end. The placement of the permanent DH in the National League also pisses me off.

Interesting. My friends and I have been on a ballpark tour over the last few years. Citi Field was up next before the pandemic. I still have $300 worth in tickets to use from 2020 this year before I lose them. Now that I know the price to park, I'll stay in NJ and take the train in.

I stopped reading at this because you summed everything up right there. There isn't a player alive right now, Trout, Acuña, Ohtani, Soto, Seager, Freeman, none of them, who are worth these $250 - 350M over the course of ten years deals just based on the risk for injury alone. It only takes one injury to potentially detonate a player and they'll never be close to what they're being paid and now you're in the back pages of a 300 page document looking for an out because a failed leap to catch a fly ball sent you crashing into the wall (Acuña) and now you're no longer a 40/40 candidate, or a second TJ surgery (Ohtani) has you relegated to DH for half of two seasons and you're finished pitching and have to hope you're able to learn centre field like Rick Ankiel, or your production goes down because they ****ed with the ball again. There's just so much uncertainty that I wouldn't bet on any player I just referenced aside from Trout and to a lesser extent Freeman, to just keep at a pace that dictates such a large deal.

I'm thinking another 60 game season is in store.

The day pitchers and catchers report is the day I begin losing interest in snow, outside of anything that may be MECS or HECS. If you show me in April a nor'easter that guidance shows me receiving 20" of snow? Sure, I'm all-in. But once I see footage of baseballs hitting catchers mitts, this T-2" bullshit is just an inconvenience to me.