What are the weather limits. I mean, if it's a full fledged tropical storm, and is headed to, or already over Miami, would they still play? I always love the foul weather games. I do think it could seriously hurt the Saints passing attack, but it's fun to watch.
The limits will be applied to "safety concerns" for the fans traveling to the game.
If it is too rough, or there is a danger that the storm will be too powerful and could cause damage, then the game will be delayed...period.
This particular system will be more difficult to make predictions about, however. It is now experiencing a shockingly reduced wind shear...and anything can happen and at any time.
I posted a link to Doc Master's Wunderground Blog up top. For those of you in the Miami area, that's a good place to stay informed.
As a side, this hurricane season has been slow...and I wrote some lyrics to describe the season to date for the bloggers at wunderground.com:
The Year of the Shear
sung to the tune of "The Year of the Cat"
On the morning of six one oh nine
In a country where the mets are fine
They saw El Nino freakin' like Peter Lore
Contemplating a crime
Storms came out of the sun from off Africa running
Generating a lot of rain
Bloggers asking for explanations
Why the canes never came
In the year of the shear.
Doc Masters answered all the questions
As storm after storm appeared
And we followed each one closely...would they get through this time?
But each completely disappeared
By the blue tiled walls of the NHC stalls
There's a hidden door they'll show you to
These days, they're lounging and eating donuts
Like a cop in Timbucktoo...
The year of the shear
Well, the shear it does its work so cooly
Doesn't matter that the sun's on the sea
The sheer's relentless like a spring bee
MJO? What the heck does it mean?
The year of the shear
Mornings pass and shear's still out there
And most of the bloggers are gone
And you've thrown away your life and lost your marriage
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of El Nino remains
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime there's bound to be one
But for now they stay away
In the year of the shear