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The heat index of a ball field

As of lately, I have been spending way more time than I would like at ball fields. If you have never noticed, I will tell you now: There is no shade at ball fields, unless you are sitting in a dug out. There is also some sort of weather phenomenon that happens around ball fields that cause the temperature to be 20 degrees warmer.

Today for example. I was perfectly comfortable. My grey t-shirt, capri jeans and flip flops. I was even out playing with the kids and picking vegetables in my garden in these particular clothes.

Then...I get to the ball field. We are suddenly ants and someone is holding a magnifying glass above us and we are frying. Seriously. I didn't sweat all day, then at Krischan's baseball practice, I am sweating like I just rode 50 miles on my bike.

Even my lip is sweating. I hate that, there is nothing more creepy than someone who has a sweaty lip. I am now officially creepy.

My jeans were sticking to my thighs. My shirt was slowly becoming one with my sweat so as I tried to tug on it and let some type of air flow between it and my skin, I actually felt like my shirt had turned into some type of plastic that sticks to whatever you put it on. (You know what I am talking about.)

Why is there no shade at a ball field? Ball fields are their own little deserts, dust swirling, sun beating down, and delirium sets in when you are there.

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