A Longer Long Day

Before leaving the field after our second game, I got the girls together with the parent group on the sidelines to confirm our evening dinner and team meeting plans. The idea was to get the girls settled in for a good night's rest in prep for the final day of the event tomorrow. With things squared away, the group headed back to the hotel and I went back over to the players' side of the field to help Andy with the soon-to-be-starting U13 game.
Just prior to the 5:55PM kickoff, a team parent of the U14G White team came running over to inform me that the parent group of the U14 team (they had played on the same field right before us) decided to withdraw from the tournament and was heading home.
OK. How was that decided? How is that going to reflect on our club? Who knows something I don't know?
I let Andy know that I had to go to tourney headquarters to sort this out and hustled across the complex. Since this was a second site for the tournament, the Tournament Director was over at Hidden Valley (the main site). I called him, leaving a voice mail, and asking the young man at the tent to try and radio him. "So you're from Omaha?" he asked me, obviously overhearing my left message with the Director. "Nope, we're from Minnesota," I answered. He apologized and proceeded to tell me that he thought I was from Omaha because he had just heard that the U13G Omaha Gladiator team had withdrawn as well.
OK, someone knows something about the weather that I don't.
I don't have an iPhone (yet), and the weather info that I get on my Blackberry is crap at best. I needed to get my laptop hooked up at a coffee shop and check things out.
Over to tell Andy that I was leaving, then off to my car.
I called Jim (Babe's dad) on the way back to the hotel and told him that I just heard the U14s withdrew, they must know something we don't know about the weather, and that we should get the parents together at the hotel and decide if we needed to do the same (withdraw) and get out of Dodge tonight to avoid incoming severe weather. I for sure wanted to play Sunday, but some things are a little more important.
The Tournament Director beeped in as I was talking with Jim, so I told Jim I'd call him back. I asked the Tournament Director if he knew about the teams withdrawing. He said he knew about the MTA team but not about the Omaha team. I asked him what the plan was, but he couldn't give me any info yet as he and his staff had been busy with the event planning and execution until this point in the day. He'd talk to people and call me back.
A few minutes later, I got the call that the tournament was off.
I placed a call into JoJo (Payt's mom and team manager) so she could check with the front desk at the hotel about whether or not we could get out of our rooming contract, and was hopeful as the hotel had given us a 6PM deadline to withdraw from the Saturday night rooms, and it was only about 6:30PM now. Then sent texts to other coaches and team managers so they were abreast of the situation.
Got the call back from JoJo, no luck with the hotel. We were stuck with the rooms.
Well, it was bound to happen. We've had 4 years of very playable weekends for this event. We were sure to get slammed one year. I've been in similar situations before, once even in Phoenix when part of the event got cancelled. Sucks for sure, but at least we're semi-local.
Made the decision to drive home tonight. Though I was tired, I had my old band tapes and audio book to keep me awake.
Packed up my room in about 12 seconds, headed down to see some of the girls, then made my way out of the hotel. Some of the coaches and families chose to make use of the already paid for hotel and stay over on Sat night. Others thought as I did and preferred to get back to MN asap.
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The drive home was boringly uneventful for the first 187 miles. I had just chowed down a McDonald's #1, a hamburger with only pickles and onions, and two 2-for-a-dollar apple pies. Yum. Cruise control was locked in, audio book droned one, food coma was settling in and I was looking for something to occupy my mind and keep me awake. Got what I asked for.
I saw a minivan up head playing the infamous Minnesota Same Speed Game, driving in the left lane, matching the speed exactly of the "slower" car in the right lane. OK, the guy sees me approaching (fast) in his rear view for sure. He'll speed up.
OK, now he for sure sees me.
Don't... want... to... hit... the... brakes... dang. The guys was going like 65. The speed limit is 70 Mr. Minivan.
OK, he sees me now and will speed up and pull over.
[5 miles later]
The guy has got to see me, right? I can't get any closer to him.
Finally.
What the heck? Now you speed up to 75, after you've pulled over?!?!? You moron.
I finally fly past the guy doing 85, giving him the "I Hate You!" look. You know, the look you shoot into the rear view mirror of the woman in the Burger King drive through line in front of you because it's somehow her fault for ordering something that the BK staff didn't make her way and now has to wait and slow everything down for the BKers to do it right so she could Have It Her Way.
Just as I was edging past Mr. Minivan, I saw him. A copper, sneakily positions in the median, lights off and in what must have been some new kind of cammo police car paint. Crap!!!!!!!!
Hit the brakes and Mr. Minivan flew past me. Mr. Copper flicked on his headlights and pulled out, sirens already on. Yes! Get that minivan guy!!!! I thought a I pulled over to the right lane and began to slow down. Get him!!!!!!
Wait. Why are you slowing down. Can't you see the still 80mph-flying tail-lights up ahead of me? What the... ?!?! Crap.
I delayed pulling over as I saw an off-ramp up head a ways and preferred for the guy's safety, to pull over there.
Rolled to a stop with the cop's lights dancing in my rear view and my dashboard lit up like it would be at noon.
OK, I'm tired of typing. I'll make this the short version.
Cop came to the passenger side window, not the driver's side. Tapped on my window, scaring the bleep out of me as I was looking for him on my side of the car. I asked how fast I was going. He said 77mph. I said isn't the speed limit 70? He looked at me like I was an idiot. I asked him didn't he seem that minivan that sped by me. He said no.
He asked why I took so long to pull over. told him I was worried that he'd be standing on a busy freeway on a wet night. He seemed to appreciate the thought.
He Asked to see my license and insurance info. As I was handing him my license, he notices the Thunder badge on the upper right side of my jacket. Never would have seen it if he came to the driver's side. Recognized the logo - pro soccer team, right? Yep. Asked if I played, told him I used to but still worked for them, asked him if he was a soccer fan, he said big time. Found my insurance card in the chaos of my glove box. I knew I had it! I'm not as disorganized sometimes as my wife thinks I am. Handed it to the cop, he pointed out that this card proved I was insured from May to November. 2007. Found another card in my glove box. Expired in May of 2008. You're getting closer he joked. I didn't laugh. Oh, did you know your tabs are also expired? March of 09. Crap. No sir, didn't know that. I know I got new tabs, my wife gave them to me a month ago and told me not to lose them on my desk and to make sure I put them on. Didn't happen obviously. Cop went bag to his car, I turned the air on. It was warm for some reason.
Cop came back about 5 minutes later, gave me a verbal warning, told me to take care, and good luck with soccer. What the...?!?!? Nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As if that wasn't enough adventure to get my adrenalin pumping enough to keep me awake, I proceeded to almost immediately drive into the absolute worst driving conditions that I've ever been in.
Complete white out blizzard. I've been in snow like this before while driving... during the day though. At night, with no accumulation on the highway yet to highlight the wheel tracks of the cars, and with very little in terms of street lights, the blackest of black roads merged in perfectly with the not-road to either side. Moreover, the blowing, heavy white snow masked the white highway lines, obliterating them from distinction.
It was 25 to 30mph from Faribault to Eagan, with some serious highway accumulation in the Burnsville area.
The only bright spot was passing Mr. Minivan on 35E. Gave him a honk and waived at him - though I didn't use all my fingers. Yes. I win!
Once I hit 494 from 35E and headed east towards Woodbury, it was perfect conditions, relatively speaking, with just some rain.
Called other families who I knew left Des Moines tonight to give them a heads up about the conditions.
An adventure for sure.
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Got phone calls throughout the day on Sunday of highway closures and people stuck in the cars for up to 4 hours, or forced to hang out in Ames, IA, for hours until the roads opened. There were also stories of I35 snowball fights and snowmen build on the side of the road during the wait. I'm sure there will be many non-soccer memories for people involved at this event. Some positive, some not so positive.
Here's a news story that was posted in the Des Moines area regarding the Sunday weather and driving conditions.
DES MOINES, Iowa -- The Iowa Department of Transportation reopened Interstate 35 between Story City and U.S. Highway 20 on Sunday afternoon after shutting it down for several hours. Snowfall and blowing snow had caused problems for drivers earlier in the day.
The Iowa State Patrol had advised people not to travel in or out of Webster City, too. Troopers were also prohibiting towing in several parts of the state.
A winter storm warning is in effect for northwest Iowa until 7 p.m. People living in the area should expect 3 to 5 inches of snow, meteorologist Metinka Slater said.
She also said blowing snow in open areas could cause white-out conditions.
KCCI assignment editor Tom Torpy reported metro roads were fine, but once he traveled north of Ankeny on I-35 he found slush-covered roads with an ice glaze underneath. Torpy said he saw several cars in the ditches near the Elkhardt exit.
The Department of Transportation said anyone who must travel should bring along a winter survival kit with enough supplies for all passengers. It also urged drivers to maintain a safe distance from other vehicles, and to stay on main roads and avoid backroad short cuts.
It urged anyone who becomes stranded to call 911 and stay with the vehicle until help arrives