by Jon Pine
Okay, so it’s been kinda miserable and rainy today in Vero Beach, Florida. I have an outdoor photo shoot scheduled for tomorrow, so I decide to hop on to the Weather Channel Web site and see what the forecast holds. I punch in our ZIP code and then click on the “Hour-by-Hour” button and this is what I see:
Yikes! 43 degrees at 4 p.m. dropping to BELOW ZERO between 7 p.m. and 9 p.m.! But – whew! – it’ll heat back up to almost 70 degrees again by 10 o’clock. That’s a relief!
But what does the Weather Channel know that I don’t? That the sun will be “switched off” for most of the evening? Or maybe Batman’s campy nemesis, Mr. Freeze, will aim his freeze ray at the Sunshine State?
As I hastily rummage through my closet looking for a sweater, some boots and my winter coat, it comes to me. The source of this deep, numbing chill, the cause of this frigid aura that grips Florida tonight: It’s coming from Tiger Woods’ bedroom in Orlando!
Tiger’s not in there – oh no. But his wife, Elin Nordegren, is. And it’ll be a cold day in, well… you know where before the world’s greatest golfer will be allowed back in.
© 2009 by Jon Pine