I’ve had some exciting weekends in my life. I can remember going on some pretty memorable college road trips, great family vacations and even some recent vacations that were pretty fun filled.
None of those road trips, however, compare with the the 72-plus hours that passed last weekend.
The West Point Green Wave were scheduled to play their biggest regular season road game in years in Daytona Beach Fla. Friday night, and there was no way I was going to miss that.
My wonderful fiance, Callie, had also won us four passes to an all-expense paid trip to Texas, and there was absolutely no way I was taking a rain check on that one either.
About three weeks ago, we came up with a game plan that was going to be tricky, but it would work out perfect if things went according to that plan.
I have to say that the good Lord was with us this weekend, both in executing that plan, and with our safe travel.
At about 1 a.m. on Friday morning, my dad and I set out on the first leg of this journey. We traveled down through south Mississippi, briefly into Alabama, before finally hitting Florida.
We arrived in Daytona Beach about three hours before West Point was scheduled to kick off against the Mainland Buccaneers. We had plenty of time to set up our gear and rest a little before the start of the game.
The game started on time, and let me tell you, it was one of the most physical football games I have seen live. The Green Wave really did show the Mainland crowd the best Mississippi has to offer.
Both teams played excellent ball, and both were classy groups when the game was over.
When the game did end, we traveled to Orlando, about an hour away, to get a hotel. I was flying out of Orlando International at 8 a.m.
I finished my game stories and sending photos back here to Brandon at about 4:30 a.m. I went back to the room and spent the next hour getting ready to fly to Texas. I got 37 glorious minutes of sleep.
I caught the plane just fine, and I was on my way to Dallas, where Callie, her father Jim and sister Susan picked me up.
After eating lunch, we made our way to the Texas Rangers ballpark, where we watched the pre-game concert by Mercy Me, a Christian rock band.
As a part of our vacation, we got to go to a meet and greet with Mercy Me just before Saturday night’s game between the Rangers and the Oakland Athletics.
We got autographs and took pictures with the band in the skybox above left field, and then we made our way to our seats to watch the game on a great night for baseball.
Dallas Braden, the young Oakland pitcher who tossed a perfect game earlier this summer, was on the mound for the Athletics, and he was not far from perfection again. He made Josh Hamilton swing like a rookie four times during the night, and he completed a four-hit shutout in a 5-0 win.
At that point, a third of my weekend was finished, but there was one last part to go on Sunday.
The vacation included four day passes to Six Flags. We got there as the gates opened, and Callie and I must have sat in eight roller coasters by the end of the afternoon.
When we had our fill of walking around in the sun and testing our stomachs’ and spines’ durability, we headed for the car and then for the airport for the flight home.
We were back in Jackson by 10 p.m. on Sunday night, ready to go back to work and school this week.
I can’t say enough about Callie. She was responsible for this great weekend.
She won the trip by entering me in a contest with a Christian radio station. When she told me what all the trip included, I had a hard time believing it.
The vacation was everything it was advertised to be, and getting to go on it with Callie was the best part about it.
Reflecting on everything that took place over the last three days, I know that at any point, disaster could have struck in many forms. We were blessed to have had such smooth sailing during all of this, smooth sailing that allowed us to get closer than ever.
Friday night started with a game between one of the best team’s Florida has to offer against the best Mississippi suits up on Friday nights.
That was followed by a great game of baseball, a good concert and a wonderful day at a theme park.
Overall, I’d say this goes as tops on my list of greatest weekends ever.