Sports Bars

I’m currently at the Buckeye Hall of Fame Cafe. Normally I’m not one to seek out a sports bar as I don’t care much about sports (watching mostly, I like to play a bit of basketball). However, I’m at the airport, two hours early for a flight, and I was able to spy their Guinness tap from outside.

[And now pretend there’s a bit of Al Stewart playing.]

While you can’t tell by reading this entry, about 55 minutes have passed between the word outside, above, and the While at the beginning of this paragraph. You’ll notice, in the first paragraph, I stated I was “two hours early” for my flight. Which is something I truly believed when I wrote it as I’d checked the flight status at noon to find my 6:55 flight delayed until 7:30. At 6:40, confident I had plenty of time but still wary, I decided to give up my bar stool and head toward the gate. It was empty as all of the people who would normally be sitting there waiting to board a 7:30 flight were already seated on a flight that had been un-delayed. (Did anybody else hear Speedy Gonzales when they read that?)

I boarded at 6:45. There were still people in the aisles, trying to bang super-big suitcases they should have checked but they’re too stupid/cheap/self-important to do so, into the overhead compartment (where some shifting may occur)… so I didn’t feel late at all.

Next stop, the Twin Cities (where I intend to turn the world on with my smile), then Seattle (where the green’s the greenest green) and finally Vancouver (where like a bunch of lunatics we’ll laugh ‘til way past dawn).

Before I sign off I’ll mention, and I’ll remind you that as I write this I’m in a jet and about 30,000 feet in the air, and I’ll further say this is for my kids…

…someone just tooted.

(This beat goes on and on and on.)

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