Come on, did most of Friday night’s games really need to be postponed? By meteorological terms, Friday night saw intermittent rain showers pass through the area. In Laymen’s terms, it drizzled off and on for a little.

But there was no lightening. There was no thunder. There were no torrential winds or grapefruit-sized chunks of hail. There was nothing but a few drops of moisture.

So why the postponements? It’s football, remember. It’s played outdoors, in the elements. Remember the Ice Bowl? That was when Green Bay won the first Super Bowl in frigid conditions, not when Ted Williams’ family fought over his remains. Football is supposed to be sloppy. It’s supposed to be messy. It’s supposed to look like my futile attempt at cooking authentic lasagna.

I know that area schools want to preserve their fields, but sometimes it gets ridiculous. When I was informed Friday that my game was postponed, I was extremely confused. I looked out of my window and heard birds chirping and saw the sun shining. I immediately surmised that it was my buddy Saunders playing a joke on me—which he does often—so I hung up the phone.

Thank goodness the people here at the Potomac News are so understanding.