It's a Wednesday night in Middlesex Boro and it's the last home swim meet of the season for the Water Wrats! Despite having the lane lines out, the flags up, and the starting blocks put into place, the weather played havoc with the coaches minds for the better part of an hour.
If you're a Wrat from old school days and remember when the facility was called the Roy K. Harkness, its likely this awning for the official's table is a new feature. I don't know exactly when it was added, but it was here when I coached the team from 94-98.
Eventually the skies opened up and the pouring rain joined the rumbling thunder and occasional lightening bolt. The front office is the best place to watch a really good storm come in - but this one was only mildly decent.
The coaching team comes to check and see what the radar was forecasting. Yep, that young lady in the middle was once an 8 and under swimmer that Diane and I coached once upon a time. Water Wrats have a way of growing up and coming back to coach the team generation after generation.
It was decided that a 10 minute warmup might start 20 minutes after the last rumble when the rain cleared - but the rumbling never stopped. The meet is postponed till next week. Hope it works out. I remember trying to reschedule a meet against the Gran Centurions in Clark three different times before it finally occurred. Those were the good ol' days, my friend - and I confess I am not sure that I totally miss them!
It's a Wednesday night in Middlesex Boro and it's the last home swim meet of the season for the Water Wrats! Despite having the lane lines out, the flags up, and the starting blocks put into place, the weather played havoc with the coaches minds for the better part of an hour.
If you're a Wrat from old school days and remember when the facility was called the Roy K. Harkness, its likely this awning for the official's table is a new feature. I don't know exactly when it was added, but it was here when I coached the team from 94-98.
Eventually the skies opened up and the pouring rain joined the rumbling thunder and occasional lightening bolt. The front office is the best place to watch a really good storm come in - but this one was only mildly decent. 
The coaching team comes to check and see what the radar was forecasting. Yep, that young lady in the middle was once an 8 and under swimmer that Diane and I coached once upon a time. Water Wrats have a way of growing up and coming back to coach the team generation after generation.
It was decided that a 10 minute warmup might start 20 minutes after the last rumble when the rain cleared - but the rumbling never stopped. The meet is postponed till next week. Hope it works out. I remember trying to reschedule a meet against the Gran Centurions in Clark three different times before it finally occurred. Those were the good ol' days, my friend - and I confess I am not sure that I totally miss them!
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