Because our Friday nights are spent watching Ryan's high school's games, it's rare that I get to see my students hit the field. However, this particular game against our big (and I mean that literally) cross-town rival was on a Thursday night.
And what a game it turned out to be! Our team jumped out to a 3-0 lead late in the first quarter. This is remarkable because we haven't beaten the Trojans in 14 years. FOURTEEN! It was so exciting to just have a lead over these guys that I took a picture of the scoreboard:
Katie and I waited as long as we could, but once the weather let up enough for us to get back to our car safely, we headed out.
I was disappointed to have to leave the game, but with the crazy weather and Katie's homework, we knew it was the right thing to do. I took a photo of the rain on the windshield to symbolize this wash-out of a game:
All of 30 seconds later, we saw a big flash. We both looked at our phones, and I immediately started screaming.
"KATIE W-----! LOOK AT THIS!!!"
(And no, I have no idea why I kept saying Katie's first and last names in exclamation.)
That photo ended up flying around the Twitterverse, by the way.
Postscript: The second half began around 10:30 that night, long after we'd gone home. I watched the rest on TV, but there wasn't much to see. We thought lightning could strike and we'd beat our heavily favored rivals, but when lightning really struck, the momentum seemed to shift to the other team. We lost, 41-11.
That loss, while disappointing, was nothing compared to the real tragedy of that evening. A friend and colleague of mine, one of the two teachers Katie and I sat with at the game, was in an awful hit-and-run motorcycle accident as she was leaving the parking lot. Her injuries, while not life-threatening, required surgery, and the road to her recovery will be a long one. As I write this in November, she's still rehabbing from her injuries. Our prayers for her complete healing continue.