Last week’s winter weather sure is making the life of a smalltown sports editor tough.
Most, if not all, games, meets and tournaments scheduled for last week in the area were canceled or postponed. A lion’s share of those postponed games, mostly basketball playoffs, will be played this week.
What’s that look like? A sporting event on each day this week.
Pleasanton basketball played last night vs. Fredericksburg in the bi-district round of the playoffs, a game that was originally supposed to be played last Friday. The Jourdanton boys are playing Wednesday night in San Antonio vs. Comfort in the area round of playoffs, only a day later than the originally scheduled area round certification date by the UIL.
The winner of Tuesday night’s game between the Eagles and Billies has a difficult task ahead in having to complete two rounds of playoffs by Saturday night.
But, despite the chaos, I should be thankful and I am.
Last week, I groaned as I took the dogs out in single-digit temperatures and five inches of snow on Monday.
There was no way much was getting completed last week as far as games were concerned. In fact, only three games were played last week in our area. All of them happened on Saturday in the basketball playoffs.
I groaned again as another three inches of snow fell at our house on Thursday and as the power went out.
Then I started seeing horror stories from my friends and colleagues out west. No water for five days. No electricity for about a week.
My old stomping grounds of San Angelo got slammed by that historic Blue Norther. The temperature was literally zero degrees.
Just about every school in the state opted to cancel school all of last week.
A meme on Facebook made a joke about how the last time kids had a week off from school they weren’t able to come back that year. That’s where the gratefulness of a jampacked week lies.
At least it was just Mother Nature this time, though I’m sure we’d all like to talk to her about making sure to never bring that weather ‘round here again.
I just hope you and yours have thawed out and came out ok.
As a 27-year-old, I’m really tired of living through historical events. Hopefully a sabbatical from those is in the cards for us the rest of the year.