My husband has always loved baseball. From the time he played little league when he was a little boy, he’s always dreamed about being a coach. He never really wanted to go to the big leagues or anything like that. He’s always just wanted to be a coach. And I appreciate that about him, usually. But this year, the whole season was kind of a nightmare. The temperatures outside this summer started heating up long before summer even started. And by the time baseball season was in full swing, the temperature was in the high nineties and it just hovered there. I wanted to stay inside in the air conditioning basically all of the time, but I had to go out to the baseball diamond and be supportive of my coach husband. I took a cooling towel with me to every game and I honestly think that if it wasn’t for my cooling towel, I might have died from heatstroke this summer with all the high temperatures. Sometimes I would sneak away and start the car up in the parking lot, just so I could sit there and run the air conditioning on high for a few minutes. Let me tell you, nothing feels better than the cooling air coming out of those A/C vents in the car on a day when the ball field is upwards of a hundred degrees! I almost cried one day when I forgot my cooling towel and I made my husband promise me that if the temperature next season was as hot as this year that he would buy me a portable air conditioning unit to bring with me.