For The Love Of…
Let’s take a stroll down memory lane…shall we?
For those that have followed this thing since the beginning, you might remember when I wrote a post 3 years ago about a dilemma I was having (HERE). Matter of fact, last time the Tar Heels played for a championship, Heather almost had a baby…literally! (Details HERE) So it just seems appropriate that we are steamrolling our way into Final Four weekend and the Karma is everywhere. See if you can follow the bouncing ball on this one.
You might have noticed that I am trying to discern a major decision which involves the city of Charlotte, North Carolina. Unrelated, but well documented is my undying love and devotion for my beloved Tar Heels. My son has the same sickness…maybe worse. The Tar Heels play in the Final Four this weekend and
should they, if they, when they win, they will be playing for the National Championship on Monday night. I can’t think of anything better than celebrating Brynn’s birthday and watching the championship game with my son on Monday night. (deep breath) Here’s where it gets “messy”.
On Tuesday morning, I have to be in, you guessed it, Charlotte, North Carolina for a presentation at 10am. The original thought was that I would book in a little extra time for some further visiting, investigating, praying and discerning while I was there. I figured I would celebrate Brynn’s birthday and watch the game with “the boy” in Columbus Monday night, fly in Tuesday morning, attend said meeting, stay the night and then fly home late on Wednesday. So far so good.
The airlines and car rental clearly missed the memo regarding my plans. They were no cooperation at all. That’s when the extreme measures kicked in. It’s 8 hours to Charlotte and the game is over around 12am. I could drive all night, catch a quick nap and make the presentation. Or I could drive down on Monday, watch the game with a couple of thousand other Carolinaholics and call “the boy” and Brynn on the phone. Neither of those sounds appealing.
I have a room at a Charlotte Courtyard reserved for Monday and Tuesday night. Should The Heels lose on Saturday, we will celebrate Brynn’s birthday on Sunday and I’ll leave on Monday afternoon. The point of the whole story is the thing I am hoping for most in this world (a Tar Heel win Saturday) is the very thing that will throw my scheduling into a complete mess. To which I say, BRING ON THE MESS! We’ll figure out “the details” later!
Nothing like the love of your daughter, your son and the Tar Heels! Stay tuned and GO HEELS!!!