Bread/Milk Alert. Storm of the century tonight!

[SwahiliSteve]

Hey I've been doing a lot of office work lately instead of being out in the field so every time I go outside I'm like Hell naw.

I was gonna say...of all people you should be used to 100 plus temps

[Hognrock]

I swear that Zach Hall storm tracker guy on Facebook said that July was going to be well below normal temps for the 2nd half of July. I'm thinking he blew that one.

CSB moment - I'm friends with his dad and called on him in a previous job.  Good people.

[BleedinRed]

Houston has yet to see a day over 95.  With all the rain it has been humid as fuck though.  I'd rather the humidity than 110 and dry.  

[buff2.0]

Hot and humid has nearly killed me.  Oklahoma summers are just dry enough that I never had an issue.  Arkansas has just about put me in the ground twice with its heat.

[HogOfWar]

Hot and humid has nearly killed me.  Oklahoma summers are just dry enough that I never had an issue.  Arkansas has just about put me in the ground twice with its heat.

Ya'll don't know heat and humidity until you have been in the deep Louisiana south. I'm talking below sea level south and only 40 minutes from the coast.

[Lurk]

It feels 10 degrees hotter in SE Arkansas than central Arkansas. Texas heat meets gulf humidity perfectly down there.

[buff2.0]

Ya'll don't know heat and humidity until you have been in the deep Louisiana south. I'm talking below sea level south and only 40 minutes from the coast.

Two summers after my first heat stroke I was on Port Allen. Yes, a literal goddamn heat stroke, so anyone who tells me I don't know heat can blow me. I spent time on Cargill's ship loading dock in Westwego but by then I was smart enough to let the crew do all the hard stuff.

Port Allen was fun on a 3:00 AM concrete pour when a cottonmouth was striking my boot while I was pissing in the port-a-john. Fuck that whole place.

[Lurk]

Two summers after my first heat stroke I was on Port Allen. Yes, a literal goddamn heat stroke, so anyone who tells me I don't know heat can blow me. I spent time on Cargill's ship loading dock in Westwego but by then I was smart enough to let the crew do all the hard stuff.

Port Allen was fun on a 3:00 AM concrete pour when a cottonmouth was striking my boot while I was pissing in the port-a-john. Fuck that whole place.

The people I know that have had heat strokes were totally screwed by hot weather from that point forward.

[buff2.0]

The people I know that have had heat strokes were totally screwed by hot weather from that point forward.

It definitely feels like I'm more susceptible to having another one but the one I had came after being on my feet moving around a large project for 13 hours... in July and wearing about 20 pounds of extra fall harness gear.  It's not like I'm doing that again.  Oklahoma was dry enough and windy enough that I never had a problem there, but a concrete crew that came down from Denver with a "it gets hot there too" attitude wound up laying on the concrete floor of the field office hugging bags of ice like some overgrown bulldogs on their first day at Tinker.

And the hottest day in Enumclaw, WA was 85 and people were concerned about heat related illnesses that week because so many homes didn't have A/C up there.  It's all relative.

To finish the Port Allen shitter story, as soon as I walked out of that port-a-john and before I could turn around and get the snake out, a 300+ pound black ma, dark as the night, walked in with a headlamp on his hard hat.  A few seconds later it sounded like Michael Jackson in there when he screamed and came running out with his pants at his ankles.  Luckily he saw the snake without getting bit, but the man was so white at that point you couldn't tell.

[FNG]

Two-a-days, August 1970. 7:00am-10:00am and 2:00pm-5:00pm. Before heat indexes were a thing but afternoon temps in the upper 90's and Arkansas river valley humidity.

For some reason, coaches believed back then that drinking water during workouts was dangerous because it caused "cramps" so hydration consisted of one handful of crushed ice at the 1.5 hour mark. Coaches also believed that the best way to trim the fat off overweight linemen was to put them in rubber body suits under their pads so they could "sweat it off" during the 10-20 wind sprints that concluded every practice. I once had to push a 2-man sled 100 yds because I wasn't hustling enough during sprints. I remember reaching the 50 yd mark but woke up in the bed of a pickup truck with a bunch of tackling dummies on the way back to the gym.

I saw plenty of kids pass out (they were literally dragged off to a shaded area until they could rejoin practice) but, amazingly, nobody ever died. Maybe, since kids spent all day outside and most folks didn't have air-conditioning, we were used to dehydration like the Fremen of Arrikis.

[jdcatty]

Two-a-days, August 1970. 7:00am-10:00am and 2:00pm-5:00pm. Before heat indexes were a thing but afternoon temps in the upper 90's and Arkansas river valley humidity.

For some reason, coaches believed back then that drinking water during workouts was dangerous because it caused "cramps" so hydration consisted of one handful of crushed ice at the 1.5 hour mark. Coaches also believed that the best way to trim the fat off overweight linemen was to put them in rubber body suits under their pads so they could "sweat it off" during the 10-20 wind sprints that concluded every practice. I once had to push a 2-man sled 100 yds because I wasn't hustling enough during sprints. I remember reaching the 50 yd mark but woke up in the bed of a pickup truck with a bunch of tackling dummies on the way back to the gym.

I saw plenty of kids pass out (they were literally dragged off to a shaded area until they could rejoin practice) but, amazingly, nobody ever died. Maybe, since kids spent all day outside and most folks didn't have air-conditioning, we were used to dehydration like the Fremen of Arrikis.

Ah yes, two-a-days were brutal in the early '70's in Stuttgart.  However by '71 our head coach became "enlightened" and had water breaks.  Not much, but a little cup full a couple of times during the practice.

[DirkPiggler]

Two-a-days, August 1970. 7:00am-10:00am and 2:00pm-5:00pm. Before heat indexes were a thing but afternoon temps in the upper 90's and Arkansas river valley humidity.

For some reason, coaches believed back then that drinking water during workouts was dangerous because it caused "cramps" so hydration consisted of one handful of crushed ice at the 1.5 hour mark. Coaches also believed that the best way to trim the fat off overweight linemen was to put them in rubber body suits under their pads so they could "sweat it off" during the 10-20 wind sprints that concluded every practice. I once had to push a 2-man sled 100 yds because I wasn't hustling enough during sprints. I remember reaching the 50 yd mark but woke up in the bed of a pickup truck with a bunch of tackling dummies on the way back to the gym.

I saw plenty of kids pass out (they were literally dragged off to a shaded area until they could rejoin practice) but, amazingly, nobody ever died. Maybe, since kids spent all day outside and most folks didn't have air-conditioning, we were used to dehydration like the Fremen of Arrikis.

Speaking of the heat index, that contrived number needs to go fuck itself and then die.   

Its only use is to allow brain damaged leftist climate nuts to conflate it with actual temperature and use it as "proof" that the earth is getting too hot for habitation.   I guarantee if you watch social media this week you'll see someone say "Hottest day on record at 112 degrees in Arkansas.  Thanks Drumpf!" when the actual temperature will be a still balmy 98. 

Example: Weather app showed heat index here about an hour ago of 97.  I finished my morning bike ride at that time, and can tell you it was nowhere close to feeling that hot.  My truck thermometer, after being parked on asphalt with zero shade, showed 82 at the time and for the entire drive home after.  Total bullshit stat. 

[buff2.0]

Yeah, my phone keeps going off in Jonesboogie with extreme heat advisories because of the triple-digit heat indexes.  I'm not even feeling any different than normal out there.

I saw plenty of kids pass out (they were literally dragged off to a shaded area until they could rejoin practice) but, amazingly, nobody ever died. Maybe, since kids spent all day outside and most folks didn't have air-conditioning, we were used to dehydration like the Fremen of Arrikis.

Also weren't staying up all night mainlining Mountain Dew playing Call of Duty, and then shotgunning a couple energy drinks before practice.

[Guardrail]

Not much, but a little cup full a couple of times during the practice.

Or hot water from a hose. And still got called a "bunch of pansies" because we had to take a break.

[Texzilla]

I also played in the no water era.  Started in 3rd grade.  No water during practice.  Gatorade?  That's communism boys! Stay away!  They'd give us salt tablets before which just killed my stomach with cramps and puking, and probably the catalyst for my later GERD.  And my 5th grade team the coaches made us run a belly slammer for every point given up.  We won a game 56-53 so we had to close practice with 53 runs.  10 year olds puking and passing out. Parents screaming at their kids to get up and run.  Amazed no one died. 

[Son of Spam]

I also played in the no water era.  Started in 3rd grade.  No water during practice.  Gatorade?  That's communism boys! Stay away!  They'd give us salt tablets before which just killed my stomach with cramps and puking, and probably the catalyst for my later GERD.  And my 5th grade team the coaches made us run a belly slammer for every point given up.  We won a game 56-53 so we had to close practice with 53 runs.  10 year olds puking and passing out. Parents screaming at their kids to get up and run.  Amazed no one died. 

We got no water and ate salt tablets like candy.

[FNG]

We got no water and ate salt tablets like candy.

Our salt tablets came from a huge old crusty jar back in the equipment room and were probably older than we were. They were big and suspiciously yellow. It was like trying to swallow a checker.

We'd palm them when the manager nerd handed them out and toss them at the first opportunity.

[buff2.0]

You sure the manager wasn't grabbing urinal cakes by mistake?

[FNG]

Urinals? Urinals?! You think I went to Beverly Hills High? Sheeeeit.

[buff2.0]

Piss trough mints then