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The Last Weekend

I’ve long documented on the pages of this personal website (aka weblog, aka blog) that Mother Nature is a bitch.

She proved that to be true once again this weekend.

After six weeks of hot, dry weather, she decided to unleash a torrent of heavy rains on central Indiana. Just in time to, more or less, ruin our weekend at the lake. We had about two good hours Saturday, between our first guests arriving and the first storms hitting, and then maybe 45 minutes Sunday between storm waves, to take kids out on the boat for tubing and boarding. The rest of the weekend was spent holed up in our home with three other families, 10 total kids from 14 to 3, trying to make the best of the weekend.

This was significant because it was our final weekend at the lake.

We showed the house for the first time last Wednesday and those folks made an immediate offer. They are paying full price in cash, so things are going to happen quickly. We are currently scheduled to close on July 2. However, the inspection is today and unless anything major comes up,[1] we anticipate them asking to close even sooner.

So that was it. Which made it a weekend full of mixed emotions. As I documented last week, I’m well past done with all the prep and clean up that goes into hosting people. I’m done with moody kids who sit around and pout. I’m done with kids of our guests who make huge messes and neither attempt to help clean them up or apologize for making them.[2]

But I also spent the weekend trying to enjoy the good moments while remembering the high points from the past six summers, of which there were many. When we bought the house it was a little earlier than we had planned. But we wanted to do it while the girls were still fairly young and would be able to make memories that lasted the rest of their lives. They’re not pleased that we’re leaving the lake life behind us. But I know they will always look back and remember swimming and tubing and fishing and all the other fun things they did in our time down there.

The only bummer of the deal so far is the buyers decided not to make on offer on our boat. So I’m furiously working various angles to try to sell it quickly, preferably to either someone down there or to someone who is capable of hauling it wherever they want to take it. I’d really like to avoid dragging it back to Indy one last time, and/or having to store it somewhere for awhile as we attempt to sell it. I have a few leads, I have no idea how promising they are. But some information has been sent out. We’ll see if I can get any bites and hook them before we have to be out of the house.

We will go down at least one more time. We drop C at camp next Sunday, which is right down the road. We’ll make a stop to grab our final personal effects, load the trash up one more time, and then depart. Knock on wood we can include wrapping up things with the boat that day, too.

Anyway, it was an immense relief to sell that house quickly. Obviously any time you are buying and selling properties there are endless stresses involved. When you could potentially own three homes for a stretch of time those stresses increase exponentially. We still need to sell our main home – traffic has still been slow although we had an open house Sunday while we were gone, and are contemplating some changes we can make if things don’t pick up in the next week – but getting the lake house moved in a day was monumental.

First world problems…


  1. Furiously knocking on wood, throwing salt over my shoulder, lighting candles, and having the girls say endless prayers…  ↩
  2. Seriously, we found a “paste” made of Oreos, Gatorade, and something else rubbed into the sheets and run of the bunk room. And another kid spilled red drink on white carpet and never acted like it was a big deal.  ↩

On the Eclipse

It’s weird how Monday’s eclipse caught me by surprise.

I knew it was coming, don’t get me wrong. I’m sure I heard about it for the first time pretty early in the year. I think, though, when I saw that it would occur during the school day, and thus there wasn’t anything special I could do with the girls for it, I semi-dismissed it. I also read that you need to be careful when photographing an eclipse so that you don’t melt your camera’s sensor. I wasn’t interested in buying a couple hundred bucks of filters to take pictures safely so there was no need to get excited about that angle of the day.

So Monday I turned the TV on and watched some of the coverage as I did things around the house. It was cloudy here in the morning, but the forecast promised a chance of clearing around eclipse time. Sure enough, about an hour before the moon first got in our path to the sun, the clouds moved off and it was bright, hot, and humid.

The contractor doing our bathroom threw me a pair of eclipse glasses, which I failed to get before they became impossible to find, and suddenly I was pretty excited. I stepped outside a few times and took a peek. There it was, a sun showing progressively less of itself as the moon slid across my view of it. Maximum coverage here was set for 2:25. At about 2:20 a huge cloud drifted in from the west and completely covered the sun. There were a couple brief moments when the sun popped through holes. But by 2:30, a heavy deck of low clouds moved in and that was pretty much it for us. Within 90 minutes it was raining.

I was hoping to get some pictures of the cool eclipse shadows under trees, but there wasn’t enough light for even that. I attempted to just shoot the clouds opposite the eclipse, to get a sense of that odd, in-between lighting. But that light was just too weird for my camera. Even playing around with the white balance and exposure settings in Lightroom doesn’t salvage them. I probably should have read up more on camera settings for eclipse lighting!

It wasn’t exactly the ideal eclipse experience for us. The girls got to watch on TV at school. The older girls made eclipse viewers, but it was pretty cloudy there as well and they didn’t get great views either. Knock on wood we have better luck in eight years, when a total eclipse will go directly over Indy. No fighting traffic to get to the boonies to watch!

What I thought was cool about the whole thing was this rush of excitement of people who were seeing it. At first, it seems kind of silly to be cheering when the sun disappears, as many large groups that were shown on TV did. But when you consider this was a spontaneous reaction to the moment, that silliness goes away. Saturday evening I popped into a liquor store and overheard an older woman who said she was from New York and driving out to the path of totality. I thought that was cool, too. Why not, you know?

The eclipse didn’t have anything to do with our political situation, with the economy, with our relationship with Russia or North Korea or Mexico or the Middle East, with the sports teams we love or hate, or anything else that causes our blood pressure to rise.

The eclipse just was.

And for a few minutes, we could all chill out and not worry about whatever shit each of us worries about each day.

One Crazy Night

I’ve written about storms a few times in this site’s history. Here are three past examples:

Some New Action

Storm Chasing

The Lost Week

Time for another entry in one of my favorite things to write about.


It’s been awhile since we spent a night in the basement. We broke that drought last night.

For two days the weather folks had been warning of serious storms Wednesday night into Thursday morning. After a stormy start to Wednesday, the sun popped out, the humidity jumped up, and it felt like the classic June day where the sky would turn black and just dump rain at some point. I kept checking the forecast – because that’s what I do – and it kept saying the overnight hours would be the worst. When I went to bed around 11:30, the storms were projected to hit us between 3:00 and 4:00. I set my mental alarm to wake me at the first clap of thunder.

That came right around 1:00. I turned on the TV, saw a radar that was bright red across the entire northern half of the state and dropping our direction. Then I heard the weather folks talking about 100 MPH winds. Then 110 MPH. Then “in excess of 120 MPH.” I was a little groggy, but that snapped me awake. Those winds were at least an hour away, but with dozens of large trees right next to our house, it was time to get everyone into the basement.

I woke S, who woke M and C, and I carried L down to the basement, where we all crashed on our sectional with the TV on to follow the storms’ progress. The girls stayed awake for quite awhile. That first storm, which calmed down a bit and only had 70–80 MPH winds as it passed through our county, completely missed us. But two more were lined up behind it.

Storm #2 produced a small tornado one county away. Between 2:00 and 3:00 we had a solid 15 minutes of heavy, if smallish, hail. The radar kept showing “tornadic rotation” right on top of us, but there was never a tornado warning or sirens. Our basement is completely underground, so the sound of the wind rarely reaches down there. When I popped upstairs to check on things, you could hear it roaring. Or maybe that was just the massive amount of rain that was pouring over the edges of our gutters. Regardless it was loud.

The next round came through around 4:00. The winds died way down, and it was just torrential rain. S went back upstairs around then, and I slept on the couch until about 4:30, when I was sure the threat was past and reasonably sure our power would stay on. The girls ended up staying downstairs until nearly 9:30 this morning.

Our yard and driveway are a mess of leaves and small branches, but nothing major came down. There were reports of large trees blocking a major road not too far away. We seem to have escaped without harm. Ironically I’m getting bids to put a new roof on. I’m glad a tree didn’t crash through our house, but I would not have been sad if we had bigger hail that put our insurance company on the hook for the replacement cost.

(Near) Brush With Celebrity

I’ll run through a whole spring sports roundup next week. But one quick, funny story worth sharing now.

Wednesday L had soccer practice and C had a softball game at the same time, at the same complex. I dropped C off at her diamond, walked L over to her field, and then returned to the softball side and dropped my chair beyond the left field fence. The girls were still warming up and I heard a group from the other team talking, in excited, high-pitched voices, about something that had to do with the Indiana Pacers. I couldn’t quite get the details, though, so forgot about it.

The game began, C’s team batted first and scored a run. In the bottom of the first, she ran out to her spot in centerfield. She saw where I was sitting and kept going until she reached the fence in front of me. She had a huge smile on her face and her eyes were wide. Something had her wound up.

“Dad!” she said. “Monte Ellis is here watching his son play baseball! He signed the jerseys of the other team. YOU HAVE TO GO GET SOMETHING SIGNED FOR ME!”

And then she ran back to her spot.

I just shook my head. The kid has never watched a Pacers game. She has no idea who Monte Ellis is. But she heard other girls got his autograph and wanted one for herself. Which I had to laugh at.

Later I found out that Ellis indeed was a couple diamonds over. A dad I know from St. P’s said his son played Ellis’ son’s team and Ellis signed autographs for all the kids that came over between innings.

Which is pretty cool. Especially given what happened to the Pacers Tuesday night.

I’ve paid almost no attention to the Pacers this year. I bet I’ve watched a total of 60 minutes of their games. Seems like every time I turned on their games they were blowing a lead at the end. So I hadn’t developed any strong feelings about Ellis, who was their big free agent signing last summer. But based on how he handled a bunch of annoying kids the day after a crushing loss, he’s now one of my very favorite Pacers.

The Local Celeb

We have a star in the family.

My wife appeared on the local noon news yesterday in an Ask the Doc segment. Her topic was kids and sleep, one that was especially timely given the time change this weekend and the state reading test that all third graders begin on Monday.[1]

It was a fairly quick three-minute appearance, but it was very much live and I think it’s ok for me to share that she was a little nervous. There was the nervousness that comes with being on live TV. But I think the thing that gave her the most issues was something we didn’t know about: live bits like hers often have to be roughly scripted ahead of time so that the closed captioning can be keyed in before the the actual segment.

So while she could talk about how much sleep kids need, get on average, and so on for hours, in the back of her head she had to make sure she was not drifting too far from the words she and the producers had agreed on ahead of time. I think that would freak me out more than being on live TV. I’d be afraid I’d start rambling, realize it, and then get super flustered because I knew I had screwed up the closed captioning.

She did great. Which is good because she’s going to be doing this every couple of months. It’s always good when the first experience isn’t a nightmare!

I have to give her a little grief. She told almost no one that she was going to be on. A couple of her sisters knew and that was about it. So her dad and step-mom were surprised when they looked up and saw her on their TV screen. That makes me laugh.

The girls’ reactions were funny, too. I recorded the segment and we watched it after we got back from volleyball and dinner. The first thing they did was laugh uncontrollably. M especially would not stop laughing like a donkey and making weird faces and body movements. I really should have recorded her reaction because it was completely ridiculous. I think they were all laughing just because it was so weird to look at the TV and see their mother’s face on it. I’m anxious to see if any of them bragged about it at school today.

The host took a quick pic and put it on Twitter before the segment aired, too. So S got her first live TV appearance and Tweet in the same day. Not bad for a Tuesday!


  1. Nice timing there, state of Indiana!  ↩

No Thanks

My girls go to school approximately 11 miles away from Lucas Oil Stadium. When I picked them up about an hour ago,[1] that is the closest I’ll get to downtown Indy this weekend.

I’ve already dealt with a downtown swarming with Kentucky fans once this year. No need to do it again when A) there are going to be approximately 8 million of them clogging the streets this time and B) their team is on the verge of history. They were insufferable back in November.[2] I can’t imagine what they’ll be like this weekend.

Nope, I’ll stay up here in the northern suburbs practicing spring sports with the girls.

It’s not just Kentucky, though. We’re on the verge of a nightmare scenario national championship game for most of the college basketball world. Who do you root for if there is a Duke-Kentucky final and you are not a fan of either school? These are the bluest of the blue bloods over the past 25 years. They are, likely, the two most loathed programs in the game. How do you pick when it’s Evil Empire 1 vs. Evil Empire 2?

I suppose the right answer is that you hope that matchup does not happen. Maybe Michigan State can spin their Tom Izzo magic one more game and knock off Duke. And might Wisconsin have the perfect combination of size, experience, offense, and smarts to hang with the Wildcats for 38 minutes and then make the winning plays that Notre Dame could not make in last week’s regional final?

Sure, both are possible. Anything is possible in the NCAA tournament. This is an event that routinely does not end up with the best team winning the championship.

But I won’t be holding my breath for two upsets, let alone one Saturday.

So it’s going to be the ultimate college basketball brand, Kentucky, where John Calipari sells his program as the finest stepping stone to the NBA, versus the most corporate program in the game, Duke, where when Coach K isn’t expertly adjusting his offense to best suit the talent he has in a given year, he’s thinking of how he can leverage that success into another round of speeches and books aimed at business leaders.

I can’t bring myself to root for Duke as the final chance to prevent Kentucky from going undefeated. But neither can I want anything good to happen to UK and Calipari.

So I’m going to root like hell for Wisconsin tomorrow, and then I’ll spend most of Monday night watching baseball. But I’m sure I’ll be checking in on what’s going on downtown regularly.


  1. Early dismissal for Good Friday, then no school on Monday. The joys of Catholic schools!  ↩
  2. As a reminder a Kentucky fan a couple rows behind us told the 9-year-old Duke fan directly behind us to pay attention, because this was the best team he would ever see. And this was in the first 10 minutes when KU was still in the game. TO A 9-YEAR-OLD!  ↩

Hinkle

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In the first six months I lived in Indiana, back in 2003, I had a pretty solid sports run. I went to the RCA Dome for a Colts pre-season game. I went to a Notre Dame football game in South Bend. I’m told that I went to West Lafayette for a Purdue football game, although that day is rather fuzzy thanks to a huge amount of alcohol. I went to an IU basketball game in Assembly Hall. And I sat in a suite at (then) Conseco Fieldhouse and watched the Indiana Pacers play the New York Knicks. The next winter I went to a boys high school basketball sectional championship game and watched two future NBA players battle it out1.

It took a few more years, but in time I made it to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, first for practice and qualifying for the Indy 500, and then for an actual 500 mile race. I also visited Victory Field for an Indianapolis Indians game.

There wasn’t much of the Indianapolis sporting experience that I missed. Well, expect for one glaring omission that became much bigger over time.

I had never gone to Hinkle Fieldhouse for a Butler basketball game. Which, you would think, was something that I would have knocked out very early in my time here. But, for whatever reason, likely because most of my friends here are IU and Purdue alums, no one was ever asking me to go with them. And when I mentioned it to those Hoosiers and Boilermakers, it was always greeted as a fine idea, but not one there was ever any great motivation to follow up on.

After over 11 years, I finally crossed that notable checkbox off Saturday. And I got paid to do it!

I went down to Butler to watch them play Franklin College, a Division III school in the town where my paper is based, in an exhibition game. I got to walk through the media entrance. I got to go into the press room and page through the materials the two sports information departments had put together for us. I got to walk out and sit right next to where a national writer has a permanent reserved seat. And after the game I could have sat in and talked to the interim Butler coach and a couple players as they sat on the dais and took questions from the assembled press.2

Thus, it was a bit of an odd experience. I knew going in my story would be less about the game itself, which proved to be the lopsided blowout you would expect when a solid DI program plays a young DIII program, than about the experience of the FC team. So I sat and casually took in the action, getting a feel for the flow of the game but not taking detailed notes or keeping a running play-by-play. If I needed stats, I just looked down at my computer to see the instantly updated stats Butler was providing. Hell, the guy next to me pulled up the Minnesota-Iowa football game on his computer and either watched that or sent out Tweets the entire time.

Our seats were not great. We were stacked into three rows that are back in a corner, well behind the baseline. And, given the opponent, the crowd was not great.

Still, I was finally in Hinkle! They just finished a big $36 million refurb of the building. It was fascinating to compare the inside of the arena, which is all shiny and new now, with the guts of the building. As I was waiting to talk to the FC coach after the game, I looked around and saw big steel doors, railings, and structural supports that had clearly been installed when the building opened in 1928. I didn’t make a thorough tour of the building, but it definitely has that older than old school feel to it.

The playing area itself has an odd setup. The court runs across, rather than with, the long end of the building. There are small balconies above the ends of the court, with seven-row student bleachers underneath, and then the side walls of the building hit. But on the sides of the court, the lower levels slope up gently before hitting the upper sections, which reach high and far away from the court. When you look across the court, and see the seats high above the opposite side, it’s easy to imagine those classic images from old high school state championship games where it seemed like there were 40,000 people watching instead of just 15,0003. You can envision entire towns packed into the building to watch their teams play for the state title, the air heavy with smoke. Like Allen Fieldhouse, there are large windows around most of the building. Unlike Allen Fieldhouse, though, some of the windows are covered with shades.

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The game-day atmosphere was pretty cool. For the non-Indy folks, Butler is located in the heart of an area of town that is full of large, gorgeous, old homes. My Kansas City friends should think of the area between the Plaza and Brookside. Rather than being on a large campus, it very much feels like you’re still part of the neighborhood as you’re walking to the Fieldhouse. Folks are parked on side streets, or just walking over from their homes a few blocks away. I would imagine it’s a whole lot cooler on days when a Big East school comes to town and the every seat is packed.

Because of the opponent, it was tough to gauge the game day feel inside the arena. Attendance was listed at just over 6600, and that may have been a little optimistic. There were plenty of “OOOHS” and “AHHHS” for the plethora of dunks the Bulldogs threw down, but there were never the kinds of roars I’ve heard from this arena on TV when teams like Gonzaga and Xavier and Stanford came in and lost in recent years.

I’m glad I finally made it to Hinkle. I wish I had done so much sooner, and I definitely want to get back for a regular season game and sit in regular seats to get a better feel for the place. Fifteen years ago, I bet most college fans around the country didn’t know much about Hinkle. You could say, “You know, where they played the last game in Hoosiers,” and people would get it. But until Butler’s rise, I don’t think it registered with people the way names like Allen, Cameron, and the Palestra do. I still don’t know if Hinkle is quite in that league, but people certainly know about it. It’s pretty cool that I can tell people I’ve been there now, though.

Oh, and a quick note about Butler’s team. They were down a little last year, mostly because they lost like 800 games either on the last possession or in overtime. They have some good talent this year. They are athletic, long if not huge, and have shooters. And they’re deep. They have three freshmen, all between 6’6’’ and 6’8’’, who look like they could turn into really good players. There’s some uncertainty in the program right now, with head coach Brandon Miller in the midst of a leave of absence for an undisclosed medical issue. I think it’s safe to say Butler has very long odds to ever reach one, let alone two-straight, national title games again. But I wouldn’t write them off in the post-Brad Stevens era just yet either.


  1. Josh McRoberts and a young Eric Gordon. 
  2. I did not because I was waiting for the FC coach to come out, and didn’t really need Butler comments for my story. 
  3. Through renovations over the years, capacity has been whittled down from 15,000 to just 10,000. 

The Lost Week

From January 25-27, 1978, the Indianapolis area got over 15” of snow, which came on top of 5” of snow from a few days previous. The winds howled at over 50 mph. Snow drifted to between 10 and 20 feet. The wind chills were below -50. People were trapped in cars on the highways. Amtrak trains were stranded on their tracks. The entire city shut down for three days. The pictures of that time, extra grainy as they came in the low-res, black and white newspaper photo era, are incredibly eerie. It looks more like Indy got bombed as the streets were completely deserted.

People who were alive for that storm still talk about it.

What happened here this week wasn’t quite that bad. We got a foot of snow, after getting 6” three days earlier. It got windy, but not 50 mph windy, and the snow was mostly wet and heavy so the drifting was mostly in rural areas. The wind chills did drop to dangerous levels. It was in the mid -40’s Monday through Tuesday. And the metro area did shut down for a couple days.

Schools and businesses have struggled to reopen. S.’s office was closed for two days. M. and C. are going to school today, delayed two hours, for the first time all week. Like a lot of schools, theirs lost heat and took and extra day to get open. L. was supposed to go back today, too, but the school district her preschool is tied to cancelled early this morning.

People have asked, “Is it really that bad there?” Actually most of the roads were plowed by Tuesday morning. Even our neighborhood was plowed late Monday afternoon, giving the girls a 6-foot mound of snow to play on in the front yard. The problem, though, was all that heavy, wet snow compacted and froze, leaving a thick layer of rough, slushy ice beneath that plows could not push away. Even Wednesday morning the interstates had only vague lanes. Neighborhood streets were like driving across the moon in a dune buggy.

And the big problem for schools is that buses are having a hard time navigating the side streets while the sidewalks are often completely covered up. Kids would have to wait extra long either standing on sheet of ice or in the street itself. Twenty years ago I bet most schools would have opened by yesterday. But between the need for basic safety and the imperative to not get sued, districts keep delaying/canceling classes, waiting for warmer temperatures to finally melt off this mess.

I guess it’s a good thing this happened immediately after Christmas break. But I know a lot of families are struggling to find out what to do with their kids. An extra, unplanned week of childcare isn’t exactly what family budgets need after the holidays.

I remember a couple huge snowstorms when I was a kid. But I don’t recall ever having more than two consecutive snow days. It’s been a crazy and incredible week. Somehow the girls and I haven’t killed each other.

It ended up being the second-biggest snowstorm in Indianapolis history. We had the second-longest stretch of continuous time below zero (56 hours). We had some of the lowest wind chills ever recorded in Indy. It may not quite stack up to the Blizzard of ’78, but I think our girls are always going to talk about the great storm of ’14, when the city shut down and Christmas break lasted an extra week.

Snow Day

Another rumored major snow event in central Indiana was a bust. Such as been the norm in the winter of 2012-13.

We got 4-5″ overnight, less than the 6-9″ that had been predicted, turning Wednesday into a two-hour delay for the girls rather than a real snow day. They were disappointed when we told them they just had to hang out and play inside for a few hours and then head to school. It’s good packing snow, though, so snowmen and snowballs are in their future this afternoon.

Which got me thinking about my favorite snow day ever. I know, I know. Old school friends are shaking their heads, saying, “OF COURSE he has a favorite snow day.” In my defense, I can only remember what I did on two, maybe three, snow days ever back in the day. So it’s not like I have a list of my 20 favorites stored on my hard drive somewhere.

So cut me a little slack.

That said, let me take you back to February 1980. As I remember it, it was during the Winter Olympics. But it could have been anytime that winter and my mind has just stuck this in the midst of the games.

This was before we moved to Kansas City, and we were still living in southeast Missouri. We went to school as normal that day, but a big snowstorm rolled in and they sent everyone home early.

I was part of the original generation of Latch Key kids, so I got off the bus, played around in the snow a little, and went into our quiet apartment to watch the Olympics until my parents got home.

Soon there was a knock on the door and my parents’ friend Jerry, who lived with his wife two buildings down, was there. He was an unemployed construction worker with no kids and kind of took me under his wing. While he was around 30, he was still just a big kid and loved to take me to do stupid kid stuff.

He told me to come on and we hopped into his rusty, blue Ford pickup. We went to Wal-Mart, he made some purchases and gave me a quarter to use in the vending machines outside. Let’s say I bought a new Super Ball, although I have no idea what I spent that quarter on.

On the way home, in the midst of a deserted county road, he yanked the steering wheel hard to the left and hit the brakes putting the truck into a spin. As we began to rotate, he floored the gas and we continued to spin faster. I remember kind of levitating in the seat, since there was no way I had a seat belt on in 1980.

We circled for a moment or two before he let off the gas and I sunk back into the seat. I’m sure I gave him a wide-eyed look, as I remember him laughing and saying, “You’ve never done donuts before, have you?”

I shook my head and started laughing, relieved that he intended for us to spin out like that and we hadn’t been on the verge of going into the ditch or something.

“Wanna do it again?”

I nodded and off we went. All I remember from the rest of that day is sliding around the front seat, laughing myself silly as we turned circle after circle on deserted, snow-packed roads on a cold day in 1980.

So here we are, over 33 years later, and that’s still one of the first things I think of when the girls have a snow day. One of these years, I’ll have to find a deserted parking lot and go spin them around a few times.

Bold As In Cold

Last year at this time we were enjoying a perfect mid-winter week in Indianapolis. The temperature was in the mid-40s to low 50s all week, it was dry, and the hordes who had descended upon the city delighted in their Super Bowl week experiences.

As I type this as 2:18 pm on February 1, 2013 the windchill is a brisk 5°. It snowed yesterday and last night. There was a massive pileup on one local interstate yesterday. I spent four hours trying in vain to get to a high school basketball game on another highway that was iced over and littered with stalled tractor-trailers. And we’re going to get 2-4” of snow tomorrow.

Man did we dodge a bullet last year.

Before I share my Super Bowl pick, I would be remiss if I did not point out that I chose the Ravens to win the Super Bowl way back in September. Of course I picked the Bears as their opponent, so perhaps I should not tout my prognostication skills too much.

Most years I get some kind of feel for who is going to win. This year I can’t get an accurate reading. I don’t have a ton of faith in Joe Flacco going against the 49ers defense and getting the big plays he’s been getting for the last month. But I also am not sure that Colin Kaepernick can keep playing like a seasoned veteran in the biggest game of the year. Can the Ravens defense turn back the clock for one more game? Can the Niners count on David Akers to put anything through the uprights?

I have no answers to any of those questions.

But I think San Francisco’s defense is a little better than Baltimore’s, not to mention more likely to play well Sunday. And their offense has more balance and more weapons than the Ravens’. I think I’ve made my pick.

San Francisco 24
Baltimore 20

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