recover and cover

It was extra cold this morning man let me tell you. It was cold enough for me to consider alternate plans for the day at the very moment I stepped out of the fucking car. As usual, the forecast was off by about 25 degrees. I was wearing shorts and a tee with another shirt; a double wrap so to speak. Huge mistake as my legs, hands, and feet were frozen for the entire first portion of the event. I had to stand by the fire and look on with desire as the hamburger patties were being prepared by the charcoal fire just outside the clubhouse. It was truely a saving grace to have fire nearby.
The hamburgers were tender and juicy and all three of them hit me where I needed to be hit. It was cold but my belly was full so I said to myself, "screw it dude, suffer. It will warm up soon." Sure enough the second portion of the event was blanketed with sunlight and warmth, only 4 hours off and 25 miles to the East of where all that cold weather should have been. In retrospect, I was the smart one for wearing shorts and just as soon as I get out of the hospital I will cash in that gift certificate I won so I can buy 2 dozen balls. A hundred bucks! Now what is wrong with those numbers there? That is correct! It is far too much fucking money to pay for balls. Especially when mine are currently being removed from way up inside my throat. Yes, it was a cold fucking day and there is no way on any day I will put myself through that kind of misery again. Well, maybe once I recover.