There's planes, trains, and automobiles, and in our case it was busses to planes, planes with aborted landings (another plane was on the runway...oops), and change of planes with a 45-minute stopover (shortened by 10 minutes by the aborted landing), running through DFW airport without a moment to visit the restrooms or grab a bite to eat, arriving at our gate with two minutes to spare. The dreaded white rental car almost materialized, yet we were able to defer to a gun metal grey Impala. The hotel is great, the room is just fine, and we're looking forward to practice in the morning.
Everyone arrived, a few bumps and bruises along the way, but all 'cept Jordan are present and accounted for, and Jordan takes the red eye in tonight. Coaches Juan and AJ will join us early Sunday morning in time for the last practice and the start of the tournament on Monday morning.
This is the car capital of the world, and we can see that just from every business along this road is somehow car-based: GM, Ford, etc. Very cool for a family that loves to live at the car show. We had two tables of families at Cracker Barrel, so Jeremy learned the joys of catfish. It's amazing how quiet the kids' table gets when the food actually arrives.
In the upcoming days, I'll let the kids do more of the talking, I know Dustin has volunteered and Michael is up for a few more restaurant reviews (he really needs to go work for local Chambers of Commerce). But I've now been up for the bulk of 36 hours with an hour here or there, and it's starting to show.
Gotta split,
Angel
