But we'd dressed warmly, getting Da Chimpz into full snow-suit gear. Which still wasn't enough. By the fourth inning Mojo told us his feet were frozen and I couldn't very well argue with him since mine were too. We headed home shortly thereafter and got the meatballs rolling. Then I was off to the Cub Scout Committee meeting at the bar in town (convenient!). Now everyone's asleep and I'm next.
We eagerly await tales from Far East. That Bazzukajoe, he's Big in Japan.