I got back to my room at 1;10 a.m. I had no earthly desire to pack and drive back to Russell, so guess what? I haven’t yet. I haven’t showered and shaved, either, although that will happen shortly. And then I have a decision to make–stay or go?

I’m checking out of the Overland Park Marriott. I’ve stayed my seven nights. I figure it is time to change hotels at the very least, somewhere closer to Zona Rosa. This back and forth on I-635 is killing me and my car. That’s a 70- to 80-minute waste.

Last night was a sobering reality. I have nothing outside of when I come to Buffalo Wild Wings. I live in a small town where everyone gets married by 22, has five kids by 30, and some people are grandparents before 40. I appreciate my parents so much for letting me live there without having to worry about rent or utilities, but it does get depressingly sad at times. Covering events can be exciting, but there is the long drive to and from, and the people there either loath me or wish I didn’t show up.  The coaches are all married, and the kids are too young.

Lisa wants me to come back to Buffalo Wild Wings today. I don’t know. First I’ve got to get cleaned up.