At six thirty this morning, it was already seventy degrees outside. Today, the high is suppose to be one hundred. One. Hundred. Degrees. To say that it is too early in the year for it to be in the triple digits is a vast understatement. Living in Kansas for the past five years I have gotten use to the extremely hot summers. There is always a week or two when the temperature spikes in the triple digits and it stays there and it is miserable. Those are the weeks when I want to find and kiss the person or persons that invented air conditioning. But that is in July or August, not May. It's suppose to cool back down tomorrow, but still. Too hot.
In an unrelated note, Justin Verlander of the Detroit Tigers threw a no hitter on Saturday. He had a perfect game into the eighth inning when he issued a well deserved, twelve pitch walk. I say well deserved because the batter fouled off pitch after pitch and they were pitches that would have sat down a lesser hitter. This is Verlander's second no hitter of his professional career, but that isn't the important thing. The important this is the way he celebrated the feat. With a fist pump and a smile. They were playing in Toronto, so the half full stadium was kind of in a buzz but it would have been louder and a larger celebration would have happened had they been in Detroit. I say his celebration was important because it in no way showed up the other team. It was classy. I like that.
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