It’s five o’clock in the afternoon, and I’m sitting in the Maritime Hotel in New York City, marveling at how long it takes to get from St. Joseph, MI, to the Big Apple. Especially during football season.
I started from our house this morning at 8 AM to drive to O’Hare for a Noon flight East. In the first place, it seems inefficient to drive West to fly East; I much rather drive to South Bend and fly directly East from there.
But this weekend the SBN flights were either filled, scheduled for times that didn’t accommodate my schedule, or were twice as expensive as flying direct from O’Hare. I blame this on the University of Notre Dame, the same university that supposedly has a direct line to God.
The Fighting Irish played the Boston College Eagles yesterday afternoon, which means that the South Bend Regional Airport was filled with alumni and other dignitaries coming and going. Which means the rest of us got second class status. Which means I’m also paying Chicago prices instead of South Bend prices to park my car while I’m gone.
I thought of sending up my own comments to God regarding this matter, but I figured He was tired and was taking advantage of His day of rest. After all, He and the Notre Dame coach pulled off a win yesterday. I guess something had to give elsewhere.
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