With the Colts going to the Super Bowl, it reminds me of a story our neighbor told us after the Colt’s last Super Bowl appearance three years ago. The neighbor’s brother was one of the four men in the following story.
Three years ago when the Colts made it to the Super Bowl, a local business man flew three of his friends in his private jet to the game. The plan was for a quick trip – they would fly down right before the game, see the game, and then immediately fly back.
So on Super Bowl Sunday the group flew to Miami. When they got there it was pouring down rain as they picked up their rental car and drove to the stadium. When they arrived, the rain was so hard that the guy who was driving dropped the other three off at the gate before going to find parking.
They were glad to see a Super Bowl and, of course, enjoyed seeing the Colts win, but it n.e.v.e.r s.t.o.p.p.e.d r.a.i.n.i.n.g. By the time the game was over they were absolutely soaked right down to their underwear.
Then as they slogged out into the flooded parking lot, still in pouring rain, the driver realized that because he was in a hurry to get into the stadium, he hadn’t taken enough time to make sure he knew where he parked the very generic, white rental car. So the group spent an eternity trudging through the parking lots that surround the stadium, sometimes in water over their shoes, looking for the car. Only after the lots had cleared out alot were they able to spot their car.
By this time, it was getting really late and they were getting tired, besides being soaked to the skin and now having very squishy shoes and socks, but they were thankful to finally be on their way to the airport and then home.
The flight home was uneventful and they arrived safely at the small, rural, unmanned airport about 3 a.m. It had been a very long day and all they cared about now was getting home to dry clothes and a warm bed. But when they tried to open the door of the plane, it wouldn’t open. Unfortunately, because the plane had gotten thoroughly soaked in Miami too, something interesting had happened during the flight home – the door had frozen shut!
While the unceasing rain and the parking fiasco may had seemed laughable earlier, now they were beyond tired and didn’t have much patience with this final hurdle to getting home! After they tried to open the door a few times, and there was no one at the airport that time of night to call for assistance, they did the only thing “manly men” could do — they kicked out the emergency window and crawled out!
Then they went to their cars and drove home to dry clothes, warm beds and with an interesting “when we went to the Super Bowl” story to tell.
Our son, Gunny, has a favorite saying that I think fits perfectly here, “The worst experiences make the best stories, once they’re over.” I think there are four guys who went to the wettest Super Bowl in history who would agree.