Cold day in Boston

We got into Boston around noon, and the sight of bundled-up pedestrians with the clothes billowing around them told me I was underdressed in shorts. So I did a complete makeover, into fleece and long pants.

Pete, who is from Minnesota, saw me about to change from the shorts.

"It's not that cold, is it? he said.

Then he paused. "Oh," he said, "you're from Texas."

(Aftermath: Saw Pete that night, after a game that started in 55-degree temperatures and got much colder -- in shorts. These Minnesotans are tough.)