Delightful and crisp Saturday morning, 40 degrees on YHC car thermometer. War Eagle pleasantly referred to it as “bone chilling” cold. Catfish referred to it as “perfect burpee weather” while he continued burpeeing as we waited for 630. Professor Smiley was in his typical marlin-esque winter gear, prepared for snowfall. …
I love baseball. I love everything about it. Because I love it so much, I have been wanting to Q a baseball inspired beatdown for a while. While 50 degrees in a sweet December gloom doesn’t necessarily lend itself to thoughts of afternoons under the blue skies, maybe the following …
13 PAX braved the feels like temp of 93 degrees and the threat of storms this morning at the Birdcage. We were lucky to avoid the torrential downpours that immediately followed our COT, and I thoroughly kicked my own ass during this beatdown. Hats off to my fellow F3 brothers …
