By the time I finally fell into my own bed last night at 1 am, I’d walked 13,000 steps (according to my watch), eaten far too many greasy, spicy things than can possibly be good for my digestive health, screamed myself absolutely hoarse, made the long drive down 35 to Austin, and watched the most exciting game of hockey I’ve ever seen. (And that includes playoff wins!)
But that’s getting really far ahead of myself. The early part of the day was marked by frustrating logistics. Getting down to the game wasn’t the easiest of tasks, even though trains run right to the front door of the Cotton Bowl Stadium.