Hurry up, midnight

August 28, 2014 is almost history. Thank God. Today was beyond brutal. I am still feeling the stress of the shouting match with Jack Krier, the shouting match with my dad, and the crying. I’m still very tense even though I’ve spent the last 10+ hours at Buffalo Wild Wings among friends.

I was so happy to see Lisa Toebben tonight. She had to get on me to smile, but she found a way to do it by bringing me Kahlua cheesecake from The Cheesecake factory. It was my return favor from bringing her red velvet Sunday. I got her a bunch of Abita beer, though, which I picked up at Lukas Liquors in Overland Park just before my day descended into hell.

Brittany Mathenia-Tucker was the only other one of my favorites working tonight, but Alexandra Mullinax took very good care of me this afternoon and was worried about me. I hope Liz is feeling better. This has been a hard week on her. I really appreciated her asking me what was wrong on Facebook.

Driving back to Russell will be the easy part. The hell will begin when I have to go to Victoria for the volleyball matches. Victoria is hosting LaCrosse and Trego from WaKeeney, with the two visiting schools playing each other in between. The matches begin at 4–at least junior varsity–and should last until almost 9. I want to get back to Kansas City so bad Saturday, but I don’t know if that will be feasible. I certainly have enough clean laundry to get back, but I don’t want it to pile up.

I wish I didn’t get into the screaming match with Jack. I understand where he’s coming from, but I just don’t see the point of covering practice. Maybe the real games will put me in a better mood, but I doubt it. I’m still very leery of walking into gyms where a lot of people hate me and a lot of others could care less if I’m covering their team.

The ninth anniversary of my hiring at Main Street Media is Sept. 9. My 38th birthday is Oct. 13. I don’t know if I’ll make the former. I certainly have my doubts about the latter.

About David

I am a sportswriter for a group of weekly newspapers in small towns across northern Kansas. I grew up in New Orleans, went to college at LSU and wandered in the wilderness until Hurricane Katrina finally put me on the path to my current job.

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