Had the honor of being a small part (large in mass, small in contribution) of the great Waffle House Symposium, and thus was a part of breaking the “No Man Left Behind” creed.
To explain, a select group had gotten pretty hungry having spent all their energy exposing drug cheats and solving all the sport’s problems. The answer was to find the nearest Waffle House (we were in rural NC) The examples of shear genius continued through the meal but the hour (2 am or so) found our collective counting skills somewhat lacking and the now icon, Lynn Smith was left behind to face the choice of a 10 mile forced march or the near impossible task of finding (let alone paying for) a can ride back to Track Nirvana.
The bonds formed that night live on. The honorable Mr Smith met his muse (or is it the other way around) almost 4 years ago in Boston. That fatefull meeting almost didnt happen as Mrs CFKA was getting ready to leave Coach, overcome by Mr Smith’s good looks and endless charm. For those of you yet to meet him, Mr Smith is an amalgam of Denzel & the late Mr Rogers. Women swoon over him, a reality I observe 3 to 4 times a year as “wingman to the star”
Seriously, Lynn is both outstanding coach and even better man. Lousy driver & GPS operator but even Superman had Kryptonite…
For more, I will defer to my fellow Waffle House posse. Or you can hollar direct to Mt Olympus (board member Otn4)