The game of rain
Being what day it was yesterday, even though it was a Thursday, it was high school football game night. I know, you're wondering why they play a game on Thursday. In Kansas High School football, the last regular season game is played on a Thursday, because then the first round of the state playoffs are played on the following Tuesday. From here on out, it's win and keep playing, lose and you're done.Fortunately for me, they punted my original game that I was slated to do, which would have been a royal butt whipping, by the other team, not the team we as a station follow. Normally, I wouldn't have minded that game, but I'm afraid I would have had to call the game from on TOP of the pressbox. That isn't a real condusive environment to broadcast a game when your teeth are chattering and you're contemplating peeing on yourself to stay warm.
So, they gave me a game that had some type of playoff implications. However, being the somewhat nice guy that I am, Steve asked me to swap games with him, so I did.
The game I was now going to call, ended up a blowout. A 51-16 blowout. With 4:24 to go in the game, the skies opened up and it began to pour. Throw in the fact that the wind was howling out of the north and the rain wasn't coming down. It was coming across the field almost horizontally. The officials huddled and suddenly both teams were jogging off to the locker room. They announced the game was over, so I took a three minute break to tally up my stats. Just as I'm finishing up my tally, the PA guy says, "The game is suspended."
Shit.
I tell my board op to play music until we figure out what's going on. What killed me was the fact that the people that wanted to continue the game were the people that were GETTING BEAT by 35. Are you kidding me? They were 1-7 on the season. Call it a season coach.
Finally, they called it a game, and I was able to do a post game wrap up.
Damn weather.
Damn dumb coaches.