Tomorrow is my favorite day of the year.
Tomorrow, I will go to work like any other day. Tomorrow, I will sludge for corporate America and serve my time in my cubical like today. But then…
Tomorrow, I will get home, pack up the car, and head west on I-94 toward the prairie. Tomorrow I will endure bumper-to-bumper traffic from Maple Grove to Rogers with so many metro area residents like myself. Most of them will be headed to their lake cabins for another weekend respite. But tomorrow, I will be headed to Fargo.
Tomorrow, I will watch the wooded areas of central Minnesota give way to the prairies of the west. Tomorrow, I will view a wondrous sunset over fields of waving green and yellow crops that line the four lane highway headed northwest.
Tomorrow, I will cross the Red River into the Peace Garden State as the sun drops below the horizon. Tomorrow, I will lay restless in my bed, for tomorrow, gives way to game day.
Tomorrow, I will think of flapping yellow flags, decked-out buses and RV’s, and the taste of that first cold beverage. Of a mass of green and yellow clad fans and footballs and bean bags and washers in the air. Of the Gold Star Marching Band and the smell of roasted nuts inside the Dome. Of the lights going out, Thunderstruck being played and a banner being raised. And finally, a yellow-clad group of warriors running out to an eager audience. The screams and applause of anticipation for the first kickoff, the first hit, and the first score.
All those things, I will think of tomorrow.
Now all I need to do is get through today.