Against All Odds

One Friday night there had been an especially violent snowstorm, one of those once in a lifetime deals that only happens every decade or two, and the next day the city was paralyzed. Frozen on all levels. Everything was shut down, no traffic, all still on the western front. Except YOU and Jared were convinced in the very marrow of your bones that no matter what, somehow SOCCER must go on! You were probably around 8, and I swear that's assuredly not the age of reason at all. You were so impassioned/obnoxious about it, that it was easier for me to get in the car and risk our lives trying to drive to your non-existent games than to listen to you (think you'll always be more stubborn than I).

Miraculously I managed to get us all the way to Ft. Logan, where you were scheduled to play, and you guys were absolutely incredulous that not another soul was in sight on the field. Or off for that matter. We never saw even one other car on the road-probably babies even had to be born at home-but the game must go on, right? But there we were, 3 lone humans in a surreal snow globe. By all rights, I should have had my Mom license revoked at that point. (And a few times since...if we're getting technical)