Too Many Hurricanes This Year

I'll refrain from commenting very much on this weekend's game. The pain is still a little too deep to bear at this point, and Tom and Josh have already written excellent reflections on just what went wrong in Lane Stadium Saturday night. I know on my end, I refused to watch ESPN or read the papers Sunday.

All weekend, in fact, it seemed as if nothing could go right: I got caught in accident traffic on 66 on my way down Friday night, followed by no fewer than two accidents on Sunday evening - one on 81 and then another on 66. My trip back was a total of five hours, but it would have been more if I didn't at least have the presence of mind to take Route 11 around Lexington/Stuart's Draft, where the accident traffic began getting serious. Of course, hundreds of other drivers had the same idea, making the trip through the Virginia farmland a little longer than anticipated.

But I'm putting all that behind me, because I still got to see Gina and hang out with my friends at the game, a Ben Folds concert is on Thursday night, and I'm settling in even more into my job. There - the balance is restored.