I had canceled the flight to Detroit, but the vomiting continued. Projectile, then dry heaves. It truly was a family affair – baby first, then mommy and inevitably daddy. Some of it even made the toilet.
I did not want to tell my boss there was no way was I pursuing the Vikings, Giants and snow to Motown. For I was abandoning my Pioneer Press comrades in the foxhole that Sunday night, Dec. 12, 2010, the longest of long days covering this tormented team during that wretched season. Spurning a bonus trip to my hometown was like turning down a shot of Bailey’s on St.