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I commute about an hour for work, and ref in the town in which I live, so it takes me an hour to get to my games, generally. I left with plenty of time, or so I thought. There was an accident just north of town, which meant stop and go traffic for about three miles.
I'm calling every number I can think of and find, getting a hold of my partner's wife to get his cell, the whole bit. I finally show up at 5:30 (game time), and the game in front of mine has two minutes left (whew). I get to the locker room, and two of the varsity guys are there. Including the man who was, until this year, the association president; who was just about to get dressed to cover for me.
Not good.
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Sun Dec 13, 2009, 12:20am
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