Pretty sure I survived Armageddon

Some of Dallas' kin were kind enough to invite us along to a K-State game this past weekend. They hold season tickets, and had a couple extra so Saturday morning we hopped in the minivan and headed to Manhattan.

The day started out beautifully, cool enough that I wanted my jacket. Perfect fall day for some football. As we made our way through the crowds, fetched a giant pretzel and a Pepsi, and found our seats we noticed that the sky was starting to look a little dark. But no matter, we told ourselves, that's to the north of us so it shouldn't bother us any.

But then the wind changed! Wildcat flags that were once facing north were now flapping to the south. The sky got blacker, the air got cooler, and a few raindrops made my pretzel soggy. I must admit I wasn't really paying attention to the beginning of the game because I couldn't keep my eyes off this:



It looked like the spaceship from Independence Day had found it's way to the mid west! The announcer told us that they'd spotted some lightening in the area so the game would have to be suspended and advised us all to seek cover. We stood there and watched the sky churn and swirl until it began to rain in earnest. We found a spot under some concrete stairs (as opposed to the aluminum bleachers) and stood. And waited. And stood and waited some more. Each time lightning would flash, the crowd would groan because they couldn't start the game until 30 minutes from the last lightening strike had passed. The clock just kept resetting itself as we stood there getting pelted.

Me, myself? Am not a big football fan. Am not a K-State fan. (Save the boo's, I went to Washburn and don't care about their sports either.) So yes, the truth is that I would have thrown in the towel as soon as I heard the word "suspended" and my pretzel got wet. But those McCarters are die hard, now! Grandpa McCarter just handed out trash bags that could be used as ponchos and to cover wet benches. Once the skies finally began to clear we trudged back to our seats for the duration. It was actually kind of fun after that. It was military day, so it was really neat to see all those guys and they had a cannon they shot off every time KSU scored. Dallas' family was also really fun to be with. His uncle showed me how to move my arm when they got a Wildcat FIRST DOWN and his grandparents would high ten every time they scored. Pretty cute.

And yeah, after all of that, they did win. Woo hoo.