I’ll tell the story from the beginning so get a cup a coffee and make yourself comfortable.

I was on the campus of ASU at 4:15 Friday afternoon. I got a warm greeting from an old friend, an ASU campus cop (that in itself is another epic tale). Inside of 20 minutes the guy who manages parking, a Jonesboro cop and off and on different ASU employees stayed with me until the RV armada showed up. It was an impressive site to see 4 Tiger laden RV’s roll up. I can only image how impressive it looked rolling up University Avenue (or is it Road) towards the ASU campus.

We tailgated overnight and all day Saturday. The sun shined throughout the day. It was as muggy a day as I’ve ever experienced. I changed shirts 4 times during the day and they were wet almost immediately after putting them on. It just a sweaty, hot day.

We walked into the stadium about 5:30. The Tigers and Indians were warming up on the field. The Tigers looked ready to play. I wasn’t paying attention to ASU so I couldn’t tell you about them. I just didn’t care what they looked like. The Mighty Sound of the South played. The cheerleaders cheered. The fans sang and cheered along. We were still dry as not a drop of rain had fell.
Then the rain started. It came quickly after the dark clouds made a rapid appearance from my perspective. The ponchos and rain suits were out quickly. The spirits of Tigers fans weren’t dampened at all. The MSOS was still playing. We were still worked up and read to start the game. Then the first announcement came. “There will be a 30 minute delay.” Groans came from our section but most of us were understanding. Cell phones would ring with different reports from home that they were saying the game wouldn’t be played, it would be played with another hour delay, and about 30 different variations of they former and latter.
The rain really began to come down. There was some sparodic thunder and lightening in the distance but nothing that appeared to be close to the stadium. Now the rain was pouring out of the sky. My feet were completely wet at this point. The shoes and socks were now twice their original weight. That logo poncho was proving to be the best father’s day I could have ever been given.
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