Last night I went to Louisville Slugger Field to see a Triple-A baseball game between our Louisville Bats and those douchebag Bisons from Buffalo.
I love minor league baseball. It's cheap (actually, our tickets were free), the concession food is good, the beer is cold, and Slugger Field has been touted as the best minor league ballpark in the country.
There wasn't a capacity crowd at the ol' stadium last night, mainly because of the ungodly weather, described by more than one local as "Hotter than horse pussy." The night was so thick with humidity (also known as 'air that you wear') that Barry Bonds fresh off a three day steroid binge couldn't have hit a home run.
And yet, despite the humidity and temperatures in the nineties even after the sun went down, I was never terribly uncomfortable. I think not getting the air conditioning fixed in my Vegas automobile was a wise decision, because riding around in a rolling oven for the last month and a half before I moved has given me heat immunity.
I was sitting in my seat along the third base line, having a beer and a brat, and the weather didn't bother me. I was sweating, because that's what humidity makes us do, but it sure beat sitting in traffic with no a/c. I'm sure by next summer my immunity will have faded, and I'll once again never venture outside during July and August; but for now I'm going to take advantage of my tolerance. After all, Thursday is $1 beer night at the park.