Lazy on Labor Day
I apologize for not blogging at all so far on Labor Day. I tried to wake up fully but couldn’t, and by time I finally got to it, it was time to shower and pack to get out of the Courtyard Briarcliff. I drove to Buffalo Wild Wings for opening at 11 a.m., then set up the office at a table with my printer, the first time I’ve ever done that.
The fantasy draft was noon. It was held online, which made it a heck of a lot easier. Michael Pinkerton, Lisa Toebben and her boyfriend Jeff are the other players in the league. I took Detroit wideout Calvin “Megatron” Johnson with my first pick. Aaron Rodgers and Tom Brady are my quarterbacks, and I also picked Saints tight end Jimmy Graham. I’ve never played fantasy football before, so this will be a new adventure.
LIsa had a rough day serving. It was supposed to be her day off, but she came in and worked from 11 to 5 for someone else. She was very happy to see me. Liz is here now, as is Brittany Davidson, who will take care of my needs until I leave.
I was planning on leaving at 8 p.m. to make the trek westward on Interstate 70. I might have left earlier, but since The Pulse is at 7 p.m., I have to play, because I may be missing it for a few weeks. I would go to the Buffalo Wild Wings in Derby, but they do not have the tablets for Buzztime yet; they are stuck with the ancient blue boxes which are sometimes unresponsive. The closest B-Dubs with the tablets is Topeka, which actually may be closer than Derby, since it is on the western edge of Topeka off the first exit of I-470.
I have volleyball Tuesday at Beloit and Thursday at Smith Center, then a football game Friday. I know I won’t be at Russell (vs. Ellsworth) and Plainville (vs. Smith Center), since Frank Mercer and Candace Rachel have those games covered. Jack Krier has suggested the Osborne-Thunder Ridge game at Kensington, and I can see his logic. I’ve also thought about sticking closer to home for Phillipsburg at TMP-Marian in Hays or Norton at Ellis. We’ll hash it out to tomorrow.
I don’t know when I’ll be coming back. Wednesday is out, because by time I got to Kansas City, it would be late, and then I would have to turn around and make a long drive weest on US 36 to Smith Center. Saturday? Maybe. The college football selection is pathetic, but can I get my butt up soon enough? Sunday is a better possibility.