I am up and on the road again after less sleep than I would have liked to have had after sharing a hotel with a whole lot of kids the night before (see yesterday's post.)
I'm fine, though. Those things happen. Life wouldn't be fun if everything was always perfect, right?
Then it was on the road again.
Farm House Restaurant for lunch. It's a regular stop when going both North and South.
I was tired. I was ready for a good night's sleep. Soon I checked into the Melbourne, Florida, Hampton Inn. I chatted with the two very friendly ladies at the front desk as I was checking in when they asked how long I had been driving.
I told them I was coming in from Atlanta. I laughed as I told them I was looking forward to a good night's sleep. I said I had shared the Hampton Inn there with about 80 (it sounded like many more, but who knows - there were 4 to a room in 20 rooms) American Little League players from Georgia.
The two ladies at the desk looked at me as if I had just turned purple, or perhaps they turned purple. There was a long uncomfortable pause. Then one of them dared to speak: "We have the American Little League players from Florida here tonight." The stadium is very close just down the road.
"I see, " I said. I wasn't so sure I wanted to see, but I saw.
Whodathunkit? I mean, how could I manage to get both Georgia and Florida American Little League players in Hampton Inns on consecutive nights? Should I play the lottery again? Is this my week?
But, I learned something this evening that restores my faith in today's kids and parents.
Now I can tell you the difference between Georgia American Little League players and Florida American Little League players. Since I came back from dinner and closed my door, I haven't heard a peep out of those Florida kids. I saw some of them earlier in the halls and in the pool. They were being kids; they were happy the way kids are happy. They laughed and played. Their parents were with them in the halls and at the pool. The kids were polite and so were their parents. They didn't scream, shout, or run around uncontrolled.
I wish those young ball players in Florida AND Georgia all the best for tomorrow's games.