Friday went according to plan. School. A light practice. Hurry home to shower, then we were off. Off to sit into some traffic. It wasn't as bad as the outbound traffic but it certainly took a long time. Too long.
"Do we go straight to Stanford or forget the game and get checked into the hotel?" Mom asked Dad.
Dad glanced in the rear view mirror to look back at us. Only I was the one to look back at him. The other three were sleeping.
"Tough decision." He said, looking thoughtful. He made eye contact with me again. "Jake, you're the only one up. What would you rather do? See the last bit of Zeke's game? Or get settled into the hotel? You do have a very early morning tomorrow."
"See Zeke." I shrugged. I wasn't tired yet. Plus, it would feel weird to choose not to see him when we're so close. Who cares if it was the end of his game.
