Just came in from the bitter cold in Cowtown this morning, and after only five minutes of walking around I'm wondering how in the name of Jack Frost football fans in Green Bay (and New England) are going to survive four hours outside in temperatures 30 degrees colder than here. It's a brisk 11-below in GB right now.
Maybe that cheesehead foam has some magical total-body warming device.
And you just know there will be some hairy beer-gut guys at Lambeau with no shirts on. It's tradition. It's also lunacy.
During this year's soggy Colonial golf tournament, I compiled my top 20 rain songs. Seeing as the wet stuff is here to stay for the summer, I offer the top 20 again, and ask for your thoughts. What have I left out? Which songs don't deserve to be on the list? Argue away ... and maybe it'll help pass the time on another rainy night in Georgia, um, I mean North Texas.