"Obscene" was what my pal Steve said when he hauled in one of so MANY sick fat footballs!

What fun! We were lucky this day with the weather.  Scenes included crazy black thunder clouds all around and the greenest meadows of all time speckled with wildflowers. We skated through pockets of small hail and waves of gently blowing snow. Then, gusts of wind that dissipated without comment. Yet mostly we were in the kiss of warm sun. What a day. Steve and his fine son Henry managed to land several linebacker radiant bows. mmmmmm does it sound SICK.  Um.... yes indeed.