Too Cold To Play Outside
It was cold outside yesterday...VERY cold. The temperature was 19 degrees and a strong, chilling wind added to the frigid conditions. I enjoyed being inside next to the fireplace in the den and did not really want to go outside. As Matthew and I watched the UK basketball game on tv in wonderful high definition, he held his football under his arm and continuously reminded me that he wanted is to go outside at halftime to throw it around. He said he wanted to practice so that he could become a pro player someday. A minute before halftime was to arrive, I was able to redirect his attention by changing the channel to the broadcast of our favorite professional team, the Phoenix Suns. Steve Nash, our favorite player, was on fire and we got caught up in that game. About fifteen minutes later I switched back to the UK game channel, and Matthew realized that the halftime break was over. I had outsmarted him! Disgusted that the halftime break was over, he insisted that we were now going to go outside to throw football AFTER the game.
The UK game ended and Matthew was relentless in his begging to go outside. I looked at the thermometer and saw that the temperature had dropped to 18 degrees. Through the window I could see the snow flurries blowing in the strong wind. Matthew proclaimed that it would be great to go outside...that it would be like "playing on the frozen tundra of Lambeau Field in Green Bay." I finally agreed to go out "for a short time only."
We went outside and Matthew ran a deep out pattern and caught a perfect laser-rocket pass from me. He then ran a button hook, followed by slant. It took about a minute to complete these three passes. Matthew then said that it was time to go back inside, that it was too cold to play outside and that he was going to play his pro ball for the Miami Dolphins.