All of my schedules for the current high school basketball season have become useless after one week of snow days. I may have McAdams playing in Durant when they are actually in Coffeeville or Kosciusko playing Leake Central in Carthage when they are actually at home playing Louisville. I am 
sort of used to makeup games in baseball and softball due to the fact that they play outdoors and rain loves to wash those games away, but I have not grown used to rainouts, ice-outs and snow outs in basketball.
Being in Mississippi, there is not a whole lot of built in makeup days for basketball. We usually do not get enough of the ice and snow to keep the games from happening, although I have seen the threat of torrential rains and tornadoes push games on the hardwood to another day because of travel concerns and safety for those involved in the process. Most of our area teams will get back on track and hopefully my schedules will fall back in line…and please pray for bluebird days and 70 degree temps from now until Christmas.
I used to love the cold and snow but I do not nearly as much anymore. Give me some snow on Christmas and then 70 degrees the rest of the way and I am good. Well, check that. Keep it cool, like 45 or 50 degrees during deer season, then pump it up to 70 the first day of February. After February starts, rain only needs to come on scheduled off days for my local baseball and softball teams. Not enough to affect practice really, but enough to keep the grass happy and the dirt from getting too dry. That would be perfect, and while I am at it, I believe I will ask for no mosquitoes either. I understand that this life is not necessarily about comfort, but I just do not understand the purpose of those blood-sucking little flying beasts.
I am a mosquito magnet as well. If you ever find yourself in the same place with me whilst getting toted off by this pestilence, come on over and share those buggers with me. They will probably all come to me anyway, eventually. I reckon I have made a case for cold weather after all. Would I rather be attacked mercilessly by blood-sucking little monsters or have ashy skin while wearing tons of clothing all the time?
I am pretty sure that I would rather fend off the mosquitoes because I really do not like wearing pants. It is true; I do not like pants. To make myself clear, I do not like LONG pants. Bundling up and wearing long pants for the cold weather is not my favorite thing to do to be honest, so, yes, give me shorts and a t-shirt and I am good.
I guess the only bad things I can really liken to warm weather are mosquitoes, but if you dig deeper into my dislikes of the warmer weather, ticks would be right there on top as well. What creepy little devils those things are and the stories I could tell about places I have found them hiding are second to none I am sure. I have never quite understood why they leave such an itchy bite, for weeks it seems.
I usually don’t worry about ticks much unless I am turkey hunting or out walking the back 40 through high grass and such. These kinds of activities open you up to possible encounters with Mr. No Legs or those tiny little red vermin that just hang around, waiting on a ride. Ol’ No Legs will usually just slip away but those little red varmints have been waiting on you all day. I am pretty sure I could go on and on about the benefits and disadvantages of both the cold and hot weather, heck, I am not even sure which one I like better any more. Now, I am sure that I don’t like 100 straight days of Antarctic type conditions, but I guess to appreciate one season over the other, we must experience them all.
With that said, bring on the baseball weather with no rainouts…mosquitoes and ticks not included.
