Pam and I are on vacation. We turned over the house to Allen, Carolyn, and Connor, and headed south to Kentucky and Tennessee. Our first stop, last Saturday, was Lexington, Kent. That was the only stop where I hadn't reserved a place to stay. I figured we'd get to Lexington and have no trouble finding a motel room.

But, before leaving, I decided to reserve something anyway, just in case. So I checked various places online--no rooms available. Hmmm. I called a Ramada Limited. No rooms. "Is anything big happening in Lexington this weekend?" I asked the girl.

"The LSU and Kentucky football game is today," she told me.

Okay, that explained it. Number 1 Louisiana State was in town. So I backed up all the way to Florence, just across the river from Cincinnati. That would leave a mere 90-minute drive to Lexington the next morning for church.

Must have been quite a game. Triple overtime. Kentucky wins. The town went nuts. Always a basketball town, they had now discovered that football could be just as thrilling.