My grandson Leo, a junior in college at Carleton College, near Minneapolis, is a soccer goalie.  I watch his games on my computer which is a lot of fun.  But when his father asked me if I’d like to attend a game in person, I couldn’t resist.

Jeremy was unable to leave for Minneapolis until Saturday morning for the Saturday afternoon game due to a work obligation.  I decided to travel with him so I flew to Maryland on Thursday and had the bonus of attending my other grandson’s Thursday night football game. 

It got more exciting when Jeremy told me he had two tickets to the U. of Maryland football game on Friday night. He had been invited to watch in the Presidential Suite (he works at U. of Maryland).  Of course, I didn’t know how much fun that would be (not the game, the Presidential Suite).  In fact, it was so much fun that we didn’t get home until almost midnight.  And to catch our 6:00 a.m. flight to Minneapolis we had to get up at 3:30 a.m.  (Are you still with me?)

Thankfully, it all worked.  The plane landed in time for us to be at Carleton for breakfast (it’s an hour earlier there); the game was wonderful.  Leo was in the goal and Carleton won.  Dinner with some of his teammates and then an early morning trip to drop our rental car at the airport and take a light rail to the gigantic Mall of America for  Jeremy's reunion with nine close colleagues from his job in Minneapolis twenty years ago.

I had to get back to the airport on my own, managing to get to my gate as the last group was boarding my plane to Boston.  Talk about exhausted…

I’d do it again in a second