It was very cold. We are not accustomed to such cold weather, so we wanted to keep the pitchers warm and loose.

Better to dress too warm and be warm, then to dress too cold and be cold.

He does that a lot. He can pitch from a stretch; he can have a high leg kick; he has another delivery, too.

It got cold in December and stayed cold. Temperatures have been relatively warm since January, with not a lot of fluctuation. We've had a negligible number of potholes to this point. But remember, we've made a lot of improvements to our roads.

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

. . .and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It’s a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.