Suddenly, somehow, it’s July. The mercury in thermometers here in the southern part of heaven is stretching ever closer to triple digits, and the puppy I wrote about a few weeks back has learned that she’s equally fond of naps in the sun and air conditioning. Car doors may as well be oven doors these days, and we found ourselves in the midst of a widely-documented college sports desert.
There are other sports, of course. Folks are slipping and sliding all over the court at Wimbledon, Cam Johnson and his Suns are headed to the NBA Finals, and there are still eight teams left standing in the UEFA Euro Championship.