I have officially come to the end of an era. This past
weekend I went on my last sports related road trip with the youngest Money
Sucker. No, it was not bittersweet. No, I did not relish all that
was wonderful about sport road trips. I did, however, have to remind
myself over and over again that the pain and suffering I was going through was
for the youngest fella, it was the last official time I would have to
participate in the likes of this again AND I could now start spending bundles
of money on road trips to places and during times I actually WANT to! No
more really scary motels with substandard cleaning practices. No more
dodgy buffet meals with a pack of idiot teenagers and definitely no long,
painful drives to parts unknown with passengers who speak very little
human. Yes, the kid has his road trip memories for which I seriously
doubt he will sit back and show appreciation to us for all the time and money
spent to attend these memory makers! I have no wistful feelings of how
much I am going to miss these trips because, apart from the odd brewery trip or
party with some of the sport parents, I am so ready to close the chapter on
this book. Let the real vacations begin!
