Titan Mom's Ready to Work
Diana Lee Roemer is the mother of pitcher Wes Roemer and a writer who lives in Northwestern Illinois. Here’s her report on her trip to the College World Series.
Four of us peeled out of my home at Lake Summerset at about 4:15 p.m. Friday with Wesley's grandfather, (my father, Richard Thorn), piloting the Montego 400 miles to Omaha. I navigated, and along the way texted friends asking about the two games in Bracket One. Like Coach Horton's trip to Aspen put on ice, both Dad and I have given up other obligations to be here: my nephew's graduation party, our cousin's 40th wedding anniversary party and a sesquicentennial celebration in my hometown. I also think my editor would much prefer me sitting at my desk, but there is no way I could ever stay home. Being here is too good to be true. Thank you, newspaper gods, for giving me the wisdom to save vacation days.
Snuggled into my suitcase is my Beanie Baby elephant, who is commercially named Teensy, but whom I have dubbed "Tuffy." I bought Tuffy at the Wichita State series and have held him during every game since. He looks just like our mascot. I'm not as suspicious as some, but Tuffy will see the inside of Rosenblatt tomorrow if I have to beg, plead or sneak him inside. Some wear special shirts or beads or swing orange and blue rags around. I carry an elephant.
The roads were very familiar as we finally wound our way into town at 11 p.m. having traveled on five interstates through three states, just like last year. Like Wes, we are happy to be back in the heart of America with a national championship on our minds. At the hotel, we picked up copies of the Omaha Herald Tribune with the Titans splashed inside and out. The Titans are in town. And everybody knows it.
We are here. And we are ready. As Wes would say, let's "Do work."
Four of us peeled out of my home at Lake Summerset at about 4:15 p.m. Friday with Wesley's grandfather, (my father, Richard Thorn), piloting the Montego 400 miles to Omaha. I navigated, and along the way texted friends asking about the two games in Bracket One. Like Coach Horton's trip to Aspen put on ice, both Dad and I have given up other obligations to be here: my nephew's graduation party, our cousin's 40th wedding anniversary party and a sesquicentennial celebration in my hometown. I also think my editor would much prefer me sitting at my desk, but there is no way I could ever stay home. Being here is too good to be true. Thank you, newspaper gods, for giving me the wisdom to save vacation days.
Snuggled into my suitcase is my Beanie Baby elephant, who is commercially named Teensy, but whom I have dubbed "Tuffy." I bought Tuffy at the Wichita State series and have held him during every game since. He looks just like our mascot. I'm not as suspicious as some, but Tuffy will see the inside of Rosenblatt tomorrow if I have to beg, plead or sneak him inside. Some wear special shirts or beads or swing orange and blue rags around. I carry an elephant.
The roads were very familiar as we finally wound our way into town at 11 p.m. having traveled on five interstates through three states, just like last year. Like Wes, we are happy to be back in the heart of America with a national championship on our minds. At the hotel, we picked up copies of the Omaha Herald Tribune with the Titans splashed inside and out. The Titans are in town. And everybody knows it.
We are here. And we are ready. As Wes would say, let's "Do work."
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