It's July, It's Hot, Shut up.

On Sunday, my old guys baseball team played, and lost 8-3 to the Mudcats. We played alright for a spell but were beaten by a team that simply outplayed us.
But I was a bit peeved at my team.
The temperature at game time (12:30) was in the upper 90's. Yes it was hot and that's the way I like it. But apparently my team doesn't like the hot weather. Most of my teammates were complaining like little school girls about the weather.
OK, it's hot. Very hot. But it's not like the other team is wearing air conditioned uniforms and sitting in a climate controlled dugout. It was hot for both teams. I didn't notice the Mudcats complaining. Maybe that's why they are defending league champs.
The only guy who has a right to complain about the heat is the catcher. Steve Brouwer, our catcher and manager, did complain about the heat and he did get some sympathy. But not from me. I wasn't in the mood for it.
Our next game on Sunday is at 9 am. Maybe it will be cooler for our team. Personally I hope it's over 90 degrees again. But I'm sure whatever the temp is the Over 35 Orioles will complain about it. I wish we would just show up and concentrate on the game for a change.