I left work 1/2 hour early this evening so I would be able to make it to my son’s last regular season wrestling match.
I drove 30 miles home to pick up my wife and then drove 40 minutes to go see the match. I was concerned that we might miss his match because we got there 45 minutes late. However, since he wrestles at 160 pounds, we still should have been fine.
We found the high school with no problem. However, when we walked in, the announcer was introducing the home team and another high school! I looked and looked…
no sign of Anson’s team
I called him on his cell phone…
“Hey Dad!”
“Where are you?”
“I’m on the bus.”
“On the bus?”
“Yes. We are on our way home.”
I didn’t say anything.
“We wrestled at Leavenworth.”
He said this as if I didn’t know this fact.
“I know. I am in the Leavenworth gym right now.”
He had told me that match started at 6:00. It started at 5:00!
%&^&%#$#*
I drove 1 1/2 hours and burned 6 gallons of gas to pick my son up from his school that is three miles away from our apartment!
