Update to our sidebar conversation under Tannat's book update yesterday: I don't know what this translates to in Celsius, but no matter what your relative comfort level with temperatures, it was freakin hot last night and I thought I was going to die. I must have sucked down a gallon of ice tea and it's not even July yet. Notice in the pic (taken before first pitch, tbf) that nobody is stupid enough to be sitting in the sun. But we won the game, so it was worth it!
NOTE: game photo stolen from the Max Faulkner, who is an amazing photographer, because I have no idea how to embed something from Twitter in a BL blog post.