What appear to be heat waves following Gary are just your
imagination. I swear it snowed Saturday night and melted just as I
exited the motel room. And to make the conditions worse, one of them
Northern New England Easter Arctics, or whatever-the-hell they're
called, settled in on the spectator side and brutally punished the
pit side people all freaking day. The wind chill factor had to be
approximately -24 degrees.
Just before eliminations Sunday, a man beside me asked if I was
cold. Shshshshshoot, I I ppppassed that ststststage hours ago. The
man from Rochester, NY, loaned me a sweatshirt for the next several
freezing hours! All he asked was to save his spot at the fence while
he fetched munchies. After spilling the blood of three fans
attempting to occupy his fence realty, his territory was safe. And
to think somewhere, someone actually will attend an event that
requires snow. On purpose. And will pay to be there! Amazing...