When it comes to making good use of free time, few people are as good as my brother.
He’s so good at filling an agenda I didn’t even have time to partake in all the away-from-work activities he had planned during the Labor Day weekend. I did, however, manage to salvage my own version of the parts I missed out on.
My brother, Chris, didn’t have a strict itinerary from 8 a.m.-8 p.m. Saturday straight through Monday. But he did have one big sporting event scheduled for each day that few guys my age could pull off without having to answer to somebody.
On Friday, a buddy and I hit the highway en route to my brother’s home in Greenville. We wanted to be well situated prior to the ECU Pirates’ home opener against Old Dominion on Saturday.
All said and done, it was a successful kickoff to the 2013 college football season. Pounds and pounds of delicious food during the daytime preceded the Pirates’ win at night. No one had a single thing to complain about heading into the final two days of the marathon weekend.
On Sunday, the marathon turned into a man-a-thon. Chris and his brother-in-law – also known as one of my best friends, Mike – had devised this awesome scheme that they could go to the football game Saturday, play golf Sunday and then hit the fields for the opening day of dove season on Monday.
I knew I probably couldn’t manage all of that without a trip to the dog house. So, like a saint, I cut bait and returned home to attend church Sunday morning and spend the rest of the extended weekend in the company of my girlfriend.
She was so pleased to see I had cut short an extravagant, three-day adventure with the guys, but little did she know I still had a card up my sleeve – my dad.
Just like my brother and my friends, my dad likes to golf and hunt whenever possible. My girlfriend also likes to ride on the “buggy” on the golf course and watch us play. So when my dad suggested we play a half round following a nice lazy time Sunday afternoon, no one opposed.
On Monday, I took my luck to the next level. I wanted badly to hunt on opening day, but I certainly didn’t want to make the drive to Greenville and back for a second time.
No one in my family owns enough land to hunt on, at least not in the Triangle area. My girlfriend’s family, on the other hand, does.
I did more than just gain clearance to borrow her family fields for a few hours. I talked her into coming with us. She sat right behind me, did a little reading, caught a little sun, and had as good a time as I did.
The lesson learned was that she never opposed any of the possible Labor Day activities on my doorstep, but she certainly enjoyed being a part of the plans for Sunday and Monday. I owed her at least that much for setting me loose with friends in a college town on the opening day for college football.