We are into the semifinals at the Class 3-2-1A state wrestling tournament, which means the first day is almost over. I only have two more matches to worry about, and then I can get back to Russell after I stop for some things before leaving Hays.
Tomorrow figures to be torture, both in the arena and on the road. It should not be a problem getting to Hays, but getting back might be impossible. I hope not, but I’m expectingt the worst.
Just think–after tomorrow night, I don’t have to worry about this for another year.
Foots Prints 