Airport Memories

I am about to embark on my first trip to an airport without the team.  Sad actually that I haven't been flying more often.

It will be less stressful since I have nothing to worry about beyond my own things.  No bus will be contacted and I don't have to worry about any gear being left anywhere.  Not worrying about whether we are going to the hotel first or to the practice field.  Not worrying about where we are eating dinner, or food orders.  Not worried about who has the camera either.

Can't imagine what our assistant coach must feel in terms of stress.

Anyway this brings me back to a few airport memories.

First of all, I need to thank Georgie for saving my ass in 2010 at Providence Airport before our flight to Chicago to play Notre Dame.  I don't know what distracted me, but I almost walked on to the flight without our team laptop.  Georgie gave it to our trainer who asked whose it was, and I went "uh me."   No one saw that because if they did I never would have heard the end of that.  Skoges would have reminded me for years, since when she was a freshman all I think I did was ask her if she remembered everything.   I reminded the other freshman too, it's just that Skoges is the only one of them who would have held it over my head.

I also remember Dulski forgetting her ID in Tampa.  I would have freaked out more than she did.  I still think she is more responsible than she thinks she is, but she definitely does forget things.  Coach also lost his ID before the USF trip.  I heard about that after the fact.

One trip I heard that J.D. forgot her I.D. so they used the media guide to show who she was.  That was before my time though.  

I seem to remember before one trip in 2010 that Becky's car was broken into.  Don't remember exactly what else happened, but know that did.

Cory.  Enough said.

Then there was the trip in Pittsburgh where James told me that we didn't have time to organize all the bags by numerical order.   Jessie had left the pinnies on the bus and I felt responsible for not double checking that we had everything so I decided I needed to make up for it by organizing bags.

Gurnon told me to relax and she was right, even though I didn't listen to her.  I really wanted to organize them so I could proof James wrong and that the bags could be put in order.  Catie's bag somehow was almost lost at Pitt as well.

One of the most awkward moments was when our assistant coach decided to tell Cory that I arranged to have us sit next to each other on a flight.  If there was one player who might believe that it's Cory.  There is more to this story, but we will save it for another time.  She is the only player I ever sat right next to though.   
One of my favorite moments was in Tampa when Hillary stepped on Mika's back to crack Mika's back.  I'd never seen anyone else do that before, or request that other than myself of course.  I felt slightly more normal because of Mika.  Coach asked Hillary and Mika what they were doing and when they told him I think he rolled his eyes, or told them it was a bad idea. 

Irish dancing at a baggage claim at 12:30 on a Monday morning was probably quite a unique sight for travelers at Bradley.

I actually really enjoyed being in the airports though and flying with the team.  I love flying.