Well, among corner workers at Mid-Ohio Sports Car Course, IMSA has a different connotation: I'M Soaked Again!
Such was my day yesterday.
Two priest buddies and I hit the dRed's Game, a 12:35 start. (Oh, the tough life of the Vocation Director!) I knew the skies looked a bit sketchy, but we enjoyed nonetheless. That is, until the rain started coming down, at first lightly, but slowly built until we had a good soaking going on. Argh! If the game woulda been worth watching, yes. But as poorly as the dReds have been playing lately..... We left at the 6th inning, by the time the rain had stopped.
Run home, shower, dry off, change and head to the Center for Mass. As I emerge from the Sacristy, I notice a couple whose wedding I had had a few weeks ago and hadn't had the chance to talk to since. They hadn't had dinner, so they invited me to join them at a local establishment, being the social butterfly, I glad agreed.
Hmm... As they finished their meal, the satelite tv's started to go all fuzzy, and 'searching for signal' became a favorite channel/program. I know what this means, and it ain't good!
Yep, five minutes later, Noah looked the genius, and my car is across the parking lot!
Drat, IMSA'd again!
Hopefully we got it out of the way for when we head to Road America in the middle of August.