Yesterday evening was soccer night for my old geesers. We came to the field in a raging storm so strong that the wiper blades were at the quickest setting and it wasn't fast enough to see anything. We parked there admiring the light show for 30 minutes until the thunderstorm gave way to light cold showers.
That's where the fun started. The turf was soft squishy and waterlogged.
The first reaction one gets is Yuck! but as cold water permeates through the boot material you get used to it. You still have reserves until you fall flat in it. I played defense so falling is part of the game. After a while it was fun, each time I tacled someone, we'd come back up covered in mud and laughing like crazy.
The beer was better than ever again.
