Mondays: never boring

I left Buffalo Wild Wings too early last night. I was a little tired after the long day Saturday, but I feel awful for exiting at 8:30. Brittany was working until closing, and I felt I let her down by getting out of there when I did. She tried to tell me it wasn’t a big deal, that everything would be fine, but I was still a bit sad. With her new schedule, I don’t think I’ll see her for almost three weeks. She’s working the last two days of this month and November 1, but I know I have football Thursday, and probably state volleyball Friday and Saturday. That’s my life.

I’m going to leave the hotel at noon to go down to Overland Park and get the headlight situation straightened out. I was hoping for an 11 a.m. appointment, but 1 p.m. is fine; at least I get to watch The Price Is Right. This should not take as long as an oil change ore getting my tires fixed, but it has to be done. I don’t need the hassle of getting pulled over by law enforcement, and I’m someone will give me a ticket instead of a warning if it happens again. If I can get done early enough, I may run over to The Cheesecake Factory.

Today is the calm before the storm in Kansas City, at least as far as the fans are concerned. Both teams will be working out at Kauffman Stadium today, and media from across the world will be there to interview managers Ned Yost and Bruce Bochy, and the key players. Since the All-Star Game was in Kansas City in 2012, most people who regularly cover MLB have been to The K, but not very often. Not as often as San Francisco, which has been in the World Series three times in the past five years.

I have to go back to Russell tomorrow for a volleyball match. I’m sad I won’t get to see Brittany tomorrow, but I’m glad I have an excuse not to be at Buffalo Wild Wings. I had a very bad night when the Royals played in the wild card game, and I don’t want a repeat of that, although I had no trouble on the day of game two of the ALCS. It’s the late October crunch.

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.

Posted on October 20, 2014, in Personal and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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