It's starting to feel like the weird weather we had all winter will be equaled by this spring and summer.
The entire spring sports season seemed to be plagued by delays and cancellations, right down to the state Division 2 softball championship Saturday which was put off by a strong line of storms in the Madison area.
Not unexpectedly, it's storming outside as I write this blog. I'm just hoping the power doesn't go out, since I'm watching the Cubs-Dodgers game while I write.
We certainly had an interesting weather experience this weekend.
My oldest son's Freeport club soccer team was scheduled to play in a tournament in Brookfield. We arrived at the fields at Brookfield East High School about an hour early, and within 10 minutes were told games were being delayed for at least an hour because of a tornado watch. The skies didn't look that threatening at the time.
But as we drove to go check into our hotel, we learned of the severity of what was on the way. I don't need to tell you what was on the way. The storms came and went and made a lot of news along the way.
Our hotel actually was in Milwaukee. We had three teenagers with us, so we went with a room that had three double beds. It was an EconoLodge at 13th and College in Milwaukee.
Not long after we checked in, the storms came. And stayed, and stayed.
At about 6 p.m., one of my sons came back into the room from the lobby and said "You guys need to see this."
We went downstairs and found that our hotel was surrounded by water. The street was flooded. Cars were stuck in the street and in ditches. The water was rising, eventually reaching the hotel driveway. We were landlocked.
So everyone in the hotel got to eat leftover donuts and bagels for dinner. No one was able to leave.
Our team never got to play a game in the tournament. The remainder of the Saturday and Sunday games were cancelled. We went to Milwaukee, essentially for nothing, to sit in a steamy EconoLodge and eat stale doughnuts.
Intermittently, I was on the phone with our sports editor, who was covering the state softball tournament, and our news editor, who was in the office to post softball stories and ended up doing a little bit of weather coverage. The last time I talked to him, the power had just gone off, and then come back on again, at the office.
This has better not be the way the entire summer goes.
In the winter, when the weather stinks, you can threaten to move to Florida. But where do you threaten to go to escape thunderstorms and bad summer weather?
The entire spring sports season seemed to be plagued by delays and cancellations, right down to the state Division 2 softball championship Saturday which was put off by a strong line of storms in the Madison area.
Not unexpectedly, it's storming outside as I write this blog. I'm just hoping the power doesn't go out, since I'm watching the Cubs-Dodgers game while I write.
We certainly had an interesting weather experience this weekend.
My oldest son's Freeport club soccer team was scheduled to play in a tournament in Brookfield. We arrived at the fields at Brookfield East High School about an hour early, and within 10 minutes were told games were being delayed for at least an hour because of a tornado watch. The skies didn't look that threatening at the time.
But as we drove to go check into our hotel, we learned of the severity of what was on the way. I don't need to tell you what was on the way. The storms came and went and made a lot of news along the way.
Our hotel actually was in Milwaukee. We had three teenagers with us, so we went with a room that had three double beds. It was an EconoLodge at 13th and College in Milwaukee.
Not long after we checked in, the storms came. And stayed, and stayed.
At about 6 p.m., one of my sons came back into the room from the lobby and said "You guys need to see this."
We went downstairs and found that our hotel was surrounded by water. The street was flooded. Cars were stuck in the street and in ditches. The water was rising, eventually reaching the hotel driveway. We were landlocked.
So everyone in the hotel got to eat leftover donuts and bagels for dinner. No one was able to leave.
Our team never got to play a game in the tournament. The remainder of the Saturday and Sunday games were cancelled. We went to Milwaukee, essentially for nothing, to sit in a steamy EconoLodge and eat stale doughnuts.
Intermittently, I was on the phone with our sports editor, who was covering the state softball tournament, and our news editor, who was in the office to post softball stories and ended up doing a little bit of weather coverage. The last time I talked to him, the power had just gone off, and then come back on again, at the office.
This has better not be the way the entire summer goes.
In the winter, when the weather stinks, you can threaten to move to Florida. But where do you threaten to go to escape thunderstorms and bad summer weather?
