Just want to share a very sweet Thank You!

I just want to share a very sweet Thank You ~

Over the past weekend, I drove up to Baltimore to attend the University of North Carolina versus Johns Hopkins lacrosse game.  I know none of the players, but I do know one of the coaches (Chris) and I like to show support.

It had been weather forecasted that we might get a blizzard, but luckily it warmed up just enough to not snow. When I left the house, it felt warmish, so I wore a turtleneck, a fleece shirt, North Face waterproof hooded jacket, waterproof shoes, ballcap and jeans.  I also brought handy dandy trash bags just in case.

I arrive at Johns Hopkins a bit early (worried about parking) - this was going to be a big game and Hopkins was going to honor their multiple national championship lacrosse teams - so I knew to get going.  There was a lot right next to Homewood Field and a sign that said "Handicapped Parking $10.00".  And I asked the guy if I could park there.  He said "Yes, if you have a handicapped sign".  I said that I had one at home (I do, Mom's").  And he said "Come on in a park."  What a great guy.

I parked right next to the stadium.  What a great spot.  Maren says that I lied - that it wasn't my handicapped sign.  Well, it was nice.

It had started to rain - a steady drizzle and I was handed a clear poncho to use.  Hopkins didn't want any umbrellas to obscure anyone's view of the game.  I had reserved seats so I sat right behind the UNC bench - waved at Chris and made myself comfortable - as comfortable as one can be- in the rain.  I put one of the trash bags on the bench so I wouldn't sit in water.  Put the hood up.  It continued to rain.  Brought out the trash bag and I opened it up, stepped into it and tied it at my waist.  Put on the poncho.  It rained.  It got cold.

30 people attended that game.  There were a few die-hard fans there that stayed.  All of us could have used those big golf sized umbrellas and wouldn't have bothered anyone.  I stayed.  My fingers pruned up because I did forget gloves.  My shoes are no longer waterproof.

When the game ended - a UNC victory 13-8 over Hopkins - I hugged Chris and handed him two zip-locked bags of cookies.  The only items dry were the cookies.  I told Chris I would see him in Baltimore for the lacrosse championships.

I walked the few steps to my car.  Everything I had on was sopping wet and very clammy and very cold.
Thank goodness for high heat!!!!!

Two days later, I received a lovely thank you note from Chris and in UNC's honor, here is my Spring Shrine to UNC lacrosse:

Thank You to Lori for the sweatshirt!  Go Tarheels!

Love,
Leslie