This morning is already off to a rolling start, and we're still an hour away from volleyball.
As I'm pulling out of my garage, I discover a gaggle of plastic pink flamingos on the lawn in front of the house. I was upset, and I left a voice mail for dad on his cell phone. Then it got worse.
I usually take old US Highway 40 to get to I-70 to go out to Hays and points west, but with the heavy rain--I could see it coming down sideways when I turned on the high beams--the road was wet everywhere and I couldn't go faster than 35 MPH without taking on significant water. I decided to turn around and pick up I-70 at US 281. Problem is, 281 has poor drainage, especially in the few blocks just south of old 40. Fortunately, it got better as I got closer to I-70.
The rain finally let up at Gorham. I called dad on my mother's cell phone and I told him about the flamingos. He told me it's some sort of prank with high school kids. I'm guessing our house was an easy target because they knew where I lived and today is my birthday. He said don't worry about it, and maybe I should leave the flamingos on the lawn to show it doesn't bother me.
It didn't rain any more going up US 183 to Phillipsburg, but the road was slick, and there were the few numbskulls who wouldn't dim their high beams coming toward me from the other direction.
Between Stockton and Phillipsburg, it was foggy. There were a couple of points where I could barely see in front of me, and I had to slow way down.. Still, I made it to town in time to get gas (I was almost completely empty) and pull into school at 7:40 a.m.
First matches start at 9 a.m. Smith Center is up right away vs. Osborne, so I'm on the air first thing. At least they don't play back-to-back, which will give my voice a rest.
This is my eighth MCL volleyball tournament. I haven't been in Kansas that long, have I? I guess so.
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