If you've been around events at all, you know that feeling you get the night before everything is set to go down. Every sort of insect is crawling around in your stomach even though you triple-checked your to-do list and battened down the hatches. All that's left is to pray and wait. Tomorrow morning the sun will rise on the first day of Schwan's USA CUP 2009. Over 13,000 athletes will compete over the next nine days, bringing with thousands of refs, volunteers, coaches and fans. I will be in the thick of it with a pencil and a voice recorder. Have I ever been this nervous? Maybe before freshman finals, but otherwise probably not. Wish me luck.
Today I walked across the Sun-Sailor community newspaper plastered all over the blacktop. Right under the sports section, "USA CUP" jumped from the headlines. You mean somebody actually read that media guide I spent hours putting together? Hooray! Sending out information to the working media is like all those hundreds of prayers a person sends out silently every day. You're just hoping one or two get heard. And then, suddenly, an answer floats into your life and lands on the pavement. And you can only smile (even if it is slightly factually flawed).
So, tomorrow. It's coming, and I can't stop it. And of course, I will survive and manage to look back on it fondly, forgetting the ulcers it's given me. I'll be sending out at least 200 prayers tomorrow. Please answer one if it comes your way.
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