> What is the worst weather everyone's actually been out and about in?

My story is sports-related as well, though it's the American kind of football.

Two years ago, the University of Louisville (UofL), my school, was playing against its archrival, the University of Kentucky (UK). The game started out with a nice cool day -- beautiful football weather. Enter the rain. Fine. Nothing some hardcore football fans can't take, even if the rain was a complete surprise and no one had rain gear.

Then the rain turned into a severe thunderstorm, complete with lightning. UofL had just scored a touchdown in the third quarter (making the score 19-14, UK leading) when the refs called the coaches together for a very short discussion, after which both teams made a break for the locker rooms. The announcer informed the crowd that the game would be suspended and that we had to evacuate the stadium.

The people sitting on the east and west legs of the horseshoe-shaped stadium got out fine. However, there was a growing problem in the south endzone, where I sit. People were leaving their seats, getting into the concourse (and thus out of the rain) and then ceasing to continue to leave the premises, creating an enormous traffic jam and leaving everyone high up in the south endzone still exposed to the rain.

The best part of all of this is that I was cold, sopping wet, surrounded by drunken men, AND wearing white. I got hit on a lot by guys who couldn't get their fingers into their mouths to whistle at me. (Pathetic, I tell you.)

After what seemed eternity, my mum and I did get out of the stadium, but only after the rain had stopped. Then it was time to slog through knee-deep water in the parking lot in order to find the van. When we got there and turned on the radio, we learned that the game was starting back up again. I wanted to go back, but Mum wouldn't let me. She got a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel and said, "We. Are. Going. Home." She then elaborated that she was not going to go all the way back up to our seats just to watch us finish losing.

We listened to the game on the way home. UofL won, 40-34, in overtime. I have still not forgiven my mother for making me go home. Rrrr.

-Cynth"it also absolutely pissed down last month when UofL beat Florida State, but none of us cared"ia