Five Hours for Nothing

Our first game turned out to be a wash, literally. We took an hour and a half bus ride to the opposing teams stadium to be greeted by a pretty serious lightning storm. We sat on a bus for two hours while the water rose in the parking lot to just inches below the bottom step of the entrance to our school bus. The lightning knocks out a transformer that supplies power to the stadium. Finally, the call is made that we can go home…an hour and a half back. As we are leaving, we learn that the drill team’s chartered bus has lost a/c and defrosters so the driver can’t see. As a result, we pack all of our kids in like sardines so that we can get the drill team home. I think the team stayed to play the game when the lightning finally cleared. I heard we lost by a couple of touchdowns.

At least the bus drivers get paid by the hour. They weren’t complaining.