Even to watch the Cardinals winning.
Yesterday, I made the 3-hour drive up to Chicago for a luncheon event about internationalization. Geeky? Oh, so much.
But the content of the lunch meeting is less relevant to my complaining than the fact that I-65 was apparently flooded by the storm that did nothing more to me than knock out my power for three hours. That forced me–and all the other thousands of commuters, truck drivers, and drug traffickers–to a detour, which made the 3-hour trip there into 4 1/2 hours.
Even better, it made the 3-hour trip back into 5 1/2 hours. There was an hour where I never hit the pedals, just put the car into drive to let the idle move me, and then throw it back into neutral to drift to a stop.
To make matters worse, I couldn’t even get the game.
It’s just one more reason not to go to Chicago (though the lunch events on internationalization are pretty good) and instead stay home and watch the Reds give fans, commentators, and senior management the idea that maybe the first part of the season was just a fluke and really this last month is all that counts.