It was bustin' 100 degrees at 1 PM. There are more people in the bands than in the stands watching them. No one's buying belts and pins and T-shirts, they're buying Gatorade. Thank Ghod the heavy Athletics were done this morning, or we're be hauling out strong men in ambulances. People in wool kilts and black velvet jackets are going down like minions in a Bruce Lee movie.
Kate's system folded at 1:30 PM, food and water wouldn't stay down. I brought her home, she's OK now that she's cooled off. I'm going to go back and support the Guild until tear-down time, then I'm packing their gear (and ours) and haulin' my pasty white butt back to home and the A/C unit.