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Originally posted by Rich Fronheiser
I worked a high school game last night. Boys varsity. On my way up there, my wife calls -- turns out the doctors wanted her to come to the hospital to (potentially) induce labor.

My wife, who understands the officiating illness as best as anyone, tells me to go work the game. It's 80 miles away.

So we do. Game finished in 1:15. Call my wife. They're definitely inducing labor, but not for a while. She tells me to grab dinner on my way. I do, along with a BIG beer.

Even though they started this process nine hours ago, they don't think the baby will be coming until tonight.

I found a replacement for tonight's game. And Monday's. Even I know my true prioities.

--Rich

Congrats. Hope everything is OK.