The burn blisters on my left wrist ...
Not so bad. I realized later yesterday that this is probably what happened:
> Sweaty arm
> Watch slides down
> Scorching hot sun raises temperature of metal watch
> Hot watch burns my wrist
The blisters are somewhat circular, too, which closes my thesis that it was the metal of the watch that scarred me, not just the ultraviolet rays of the sun. But enough about that.
Saw Bob Hogue, the coach/senator/public address announcer/game broadcaster at Farrington this afternoon. The season is nearing and all of us in the sports media are closing in on the top teams for information. For those of us who have made it to scrimmages, there's some info to work with.
Unfortunately for me, I was driving around the island to photo shoots and missed all scrimmages, so what I hear from coaches and other watchers is all I have for now. This Friday, though, the nonconference schedule kicks off ... I expect some sloppy play, especially since two-a-day practices are history for public schools. Illegal procedure, offside and general lack of conditioning will be prolific. This is really the first time in the state's prep football history that DOE schools have missed out on team camps and two-a-days.
Players are happy for the break, old timers scoff at the easier preseason preparation and media have to race around the island since photo shoots are bunched up in the afternoons. That's the life we chose.
Three days away from opening kickoff. Holy crud how did this happen so quick?
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