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Stuck on Super Sunday

I did not watch Super Bowl XLIX from Buffalo Wild Wings in Kansas City, Missouri, nor anywhere else in the metro. I didn’t watch it from Buffalo Wild Wings in Salina.

Heck, I didn’t watch Super Bowl XLIX from the comfort of my own residence, 1224 North Brooks Street, Russell, Kansas.

Instead, I spent the 2015 edition of Super Sunday in a hotel room alone in Norton, Kansas, 120 miles from home and certainly a long way from Kansas City.

I had the plan in motion. I left the wrestling tournament in Oberlin at 3 p.m. Saturday and returned to the Sleep Inn Norton. I was planning on sleeping early, then getting up well before dawn to depart for the six-hour trek to Kansas City and Buffalo WIld Wings. I wanted to get there for opening at 11 a.m. in order to make sure I had a table, or at least a seat at the bar.

The forecast called for snow, but only about half an inch. If I could make it to I-70 in WaKeeney, it appeared it would be fine from there all the way east.

When I peered out the window at 3 a.m. Sunday morning, I realized then and there I wouldn’t be getting anywhere near Kansas City.

In fact, I would be lucky to get back to Russell.

It snowed more than I, or probably anyone else, expected, leaving US 36, the east-west road in and out of Norton, completely snowpacked. The north-south highways, US 283 from Norton to WaKeeney and US 183 from Phillipsburg to Hays, were also in bad shape.

Ouch. I got on the Internet and made a new reservation for Sunday night. It would be the first time I would be watching the Super Bowl somewhere other than my residence since 2004, when I watched it with Dan Canevari’s family in Hammond.

Actually, I watched only the first half. I slept through the second half, which was a good thing, given the outcome. Tom Brady and Bill Belichick anger me. I don’t like either of them. One is a smug bastard who treats others as if they are sub-human, and the other is an egotistical jerk who has been fully emasculated by his wife.

I finally got out of Norton at 11 a.m. this morning and went back to Russell. After a brief stopover at the house, I was on my way to Salina and Buffalo WIld Wings.

The good news is this is unlikely to happen again for Super Sunday. First, this tournament will not be on Super Sunday in 2016 and the next few years after that; and second, Oberlin hosts the tournament only every other year.

Waiting squared

I’ve been at Morse-McCarthy Chevrolet for an hour now while my Impala undergoes some big repairs. The mechanics found out something was amiss with my power steering, and although it’s going to cost a hefty price to fix, it has to get fixed, because I can’t be driving to Oberlin this weekend with a bum car. Just a fact of life with living in western Kansas and the job I have. Gotta have the car.

My father’s procedure at KU Medical Center has been pushed back to 5. Figures. Unless it’s emergency surgery, more often than not, medical procedures in a hospital will be done later than the appointment time. Not that he, my mother, or I are going anywhere today.

I’ve been productive waiting for the car. I knocked out a lot of typing of statistics, which is always a hassle. Wrestling and track and field have tons of results, and that is more tedious than one might think. Once those are out of the way, writing stories for those sports isn’t that hard. I also am fortunate this week that many schools we cover played one another, meaning I don’t have to do nearly as much writing and statistics typing as I might.

I find the Bluetooth keyboard for my iPhone allows me to type much more efficiently than the keyboard on my computer. It’s helped, both working and blogging.

The NBA postponed two games in New York City tonight because of the impending blizzard. Nobody gives a crap about the Kings and Knicks, and the Nets avoided a probably loss, since they were hosting the Trail Blazers.

One thing about Arizona: the NFL will never have to worry about snow. The only question is will it leave the roof open at University of Phoenix Stadium for the Super Bowl. The Cardinals control the roof when they are hosting regular season games, but in the playoffs, the decision lies with the league, and in this case, with Roger Goodell in particular, in consultation with the coaches and referee Bill Vinovich. I’m guessing it stays closed, which would be a shame if it were 60 degrees outside.