8:14am on Easter Sunday
Happy Easter to the three or four of you.
"Are you going to blog?" That's what my wife just asked me. She's holding a head of celery over the sink. It's Easter Sunday, which is a lot like Thanksgiving Thursday around here. She wakes up early to cut celery stalks and stuff a turkey. I wake up with her to do my best at trying to look busy.
You'd think that since I'm a Catlick and we live so close to Notre Dame that I'd be rooting for the Fighting Irish instead of the Badgers in this sweet 16 matchup.
Wisconsin 8, Notre Dame 5.
But then again you gotta follow the history. For a good part of my daughter Jeanie's adolescence, I drove her every so often to Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. It's six and a half hours away and the midway stopping point is, you guessed it, Madison, Wisconsin. One time during a snowstorm, when Jeanie was feeling especially bad, we stopped on State Street and went to Noodles and Company and the rest is history.
9:50pm CST. Home
So as soon as the Marion guy grabbed the rebound over the back of Griffith's Quintero and put in the game winner... I ran to the car and drove home from the south side of Lafayette. It took me one hour and 37 minutes. Record time from the south side. Pissed off Griffith people were driving 90 the whole way. Me, a steady 75mph. I was passed repeatedly by cars and pickups bearing black and gold.
It's not how any of three or four of you wanted the last chapter to be written. Griffith was up by nine and then something happened. Momentum shifted. And there were several questionable calls, several by the referee from northwest Indiana. I've seen it before. The Region ref has to show everyone that he's not biased, so he over-compensates.