The front that unleashed that Siberia cold for Saturday's game was just coming through with wind, showers, and thunderstorms.

The pilot on our small plane actually came back to the cabin and informed us face to face that he didn't like flying through thunderstorms because it wasn't safe for him or us and that we were going to head out to the runway, he was going to check the radar in South Bend on his smartphone, and make a decision then.

It was then that I texted the party waiting on me in South Bend that I was headed "all the way to the scene of the crash".