I hate missing any of the boys' sports activities. At times, it's unavoidable, like when I have a mediation. Those, I can't really control in terms of when they conclude. Occasionally, I'll get caught in court or in a deposition and be unable to get away.
My scheduled was set up just right, this week, to watch JP run on Thursday in his first track meet of the season, the Scott Hartman Relays, at my alma mater, Brentwood High School. Unfortunately, Brentwood High moved everything up a day to try to avoid bad weather headed our way the end of the week. As a result, JP is running the 3200 tonight, rather than Thursday. I teach at Nashville School of Law on Wednesday nights, so I have an unforeseen scheduling conflict.
I would consider missing tonight but we're doing to our final two classes and our last two trials. Our students work all semester long to prepare for their trial. It's the culmination of almost six months of Wednesday night classes. I just can't miss one of our four trials. I can't.
It kills me, though, because I don't miss JP's races. Ever. I'm very curious to see how he does today given that he has been running on his own this spring and attending the occasional track workout when it doesn't conflict with baseball. He's fit, for sure, but he not be track fit, to coin a phrase.
On top of that, Joe has a baseball game at USN's River Campus. Under normal circumstances, Jude and I would divide and conquer since JP and Joe have after school sports activities. Not today, though.
