I’m getting a pit in my stomach.
A pit of dread.
As you know (and if you watch the local TV stations, you’ve been hit over the head with it), we’re expecting a “significant snowstorm” in the next two days.
Whatever that means. As we poke fun in the sports department, we’ll get a trace to a foot.
For some, snow means outdoor play. Snowball fights. Snow angels. Sledding.
For me, it means a giant headache is coming.
When it snows, school is let out. When school is let out, games are called off. Postponed. Maybe cancelled.
So the order of the day becomes to e-mail area athletics directors (about 100) and plead for them to respond with makeup dates.
It’s like putting a giant puzzle back together.
Last winter was a nightmare. Tomorrow’s going to be a headache.
Unless the weather dudes are wrong. Then again, that never happens.