Game #9-173: Toccoa Falls at Coastal Carolina ChanticleersDecember 13, 2012 7:30 pm
I do look forward to every game I attend no matter how dire the matchup may be.
There are instances where finding motivation to make the long drives to some of these games is hard to drum up though. When a team is facing a non-DI school, it is hard to come up with reasons, especially when it is over winter break and the stands might only be 10-20% full.
This is the dilemma I was faced with last Wednesday when I had planned to go see Rio Grande at Campbell. As the day wore on, instead of finding reasons to go up to Campbell, I was making excuses. I had never heard of Rio Grande, I had thought it was a school in Texas, but rather it is in Ohio, making the travel for the NAIA school somewhat more reasonable.
I had been to Campbell two times already this season, so seeing Campbell would not be anything new. Darren White, CU's best and most exciting player was also out with an injury, so I would not get to see one of the better athletes in the Big South play. Even without him, I figured it would be easy for the Camels since they did not have too many problems with non-DI schools Averett and Newberry earlier in the season.
The weather was not lending a helping hand either. It was cold, wet and gray all day with no signs of letting up. Usually, I do not let something like weather get in the way of a trip, but it was not encouraging for me considering what happened on my way home from my last game.
After pulling a Charlotte and Davidson doubleheader on Saturday, I had a close to four-hour drive home. I highly considered just getting a room outside of Charlotte and coming home in the morning. What caused my hesitation was the deer that love to hang out on the side of the road in the middle of the night.
It is almost a guarantee that I will see one on a drive home and once I saw a total of 14 on a two-hour drive home from Charleston. I know these big dumb animals are usually minding their own business and eating grass on the side of the road, but I never know when one might get spooked and jump out in front of me. Despite my apprehensions, I decided to just be cautious and drive a little slower on the way home.
I made my way, only seeing two deer on the drive with sporadic thick patches of fog. That was until I was four miles from the house when I saw one deer perilously close to the road which startled me and drew my attention for a split second. With my attention on him, I did not see his buddy standing in the middle of the right lane. I made a hard swerve to the left, but heard and felt a thump which turned me to the right. I over-corrected and ended up doing a 180 and slid into the ditch in the median.