Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.
I had one good racket, a Wilson Javelin. It was my favorite racket, and I made the mistake of putting it next to the heater. It just got so hot that it melted.
I used to be a hot-tar roofer. Yeah, I remember that... day.
Being out in that heat for two weeks definitely drains your energy.
The tires were scorching hot, in fact I burned my fingers on one.
You know what you are getting into, but being out in that heat for two weeks definitely drains your energy.
I've seen fire, and I've seen rain. I've also had to scramble over tundra to get to the Super Bowl and seen baseball turf fields that could fry a fielder's soles.
I don't cook around heat in my underwear.
