Poor Guns... he came home from school yesterday at noon with a fever and a few tears, because we were supposed to head out right after school for a baseball tournament in Missoula. With Nick the assistant coach, Mom keeping the book, Gunnar one of the most consistent players on the team, and us looking forward to our first trip to Montana, it was a sad situation. The Generals are already missing another one of their best players this weekend, Cam, so he can attend his dad's funeral (his dad died at the age of 42 after a long battle with cancer).
Gunnar felt lousy last night, but we had heard that the fever-thing might be short lived, so we canceled our hotel for the evening and packed up anyway. This morning he was much better with only a little headache, so we loaded up everyone about 5 am and are in the middle of about a 4-hour drive. We probably won't make it at the beginning of the 10:00 game, but we shouldn't be too late.
