Breezing through the stoplights on Rockford Road Saturday morning, I sighed with relief. At 6 a.m., I was nearly the only car on the road. Little glimmers of sunrise poked through the overcast horizon, and I smiled as every light turned from red to green just for me.
It felt good to know that even those most busy Minnesotans, the Twin Citians, sleep on Saturday morning. Even more so, I loved not having to wrestle with traffic. Only the occasional sleepy goose hampered my commute, sitting in the middle of the lane and staring quizzically at me.
I am working at the National Sports Center, and this weekend was my first soccer tournament. Whizzing around on my green golf cart and wearing my tournament-sponsor gear, I felt pretty cool. It was also nice to be the person with answers for once. "Concessions are just around this stadium, take a right." "For field A3, you're going to want to follow this road around the building and then it should be across the parking lot." "Yep. I can get you more rope and a hammer."
I was only a little disappointed that no one asked me any tough questions, since I've been studying up on the NSC and the amateur sports community in Minnesota. All that wasted knowledge. But, this is only the beginning of summer; there are plenty of tournaments to come. The tough questions, I have no doubt, will find me.
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