Phil and I watched our squadmate Ben Smith turn hypothermic before our eyes. He was very young. (I think I recall him saying his mom drove him to the match.) Ben was probably my height (6'0", or maybe an inch or so taller) and I swear he couldn't have weighed more than 110-120 pounds. In other words, he was very thin with little or no body fat. And he wore a long sleeve, lightweight, blue dress shirt... without
any jacket. He was soaked through by the second or third lane.
You folks know that I am overweight, and on this occasion, having a layer (OK maybe two) of blubber was a godsend, as I didn't get the shivers until maybe 3/4 match. Well before this time (1/2 match at latest), Ben's hands were shivering so bad (wild 5-6" gyrations), me and Phil on several occasions instructed (not suggested) that Ben stand under the eaves of the house to get out of the wind.
He was visibly miserable and we were concerned for him. But he was a real trooper, and stuck it out to the bitter end. I was flabbergasted to see him return the next day.
What we decide to do for this game!!!