0 for 2

On a weekend on which I had planned to compete in 2 meets, I competed in exactly zero. The Austin meet that was set for Saturday was postponed 3 weeks due to a torrential downpour that made the field unusable. The Houston Senior Olympics which was held today was such a joke that I just left without competing.

At the Houston meet no fouls were being called even though we explained the rules to the official, and asked her to call fouls. “I don’t know nothing about fouls, I’m just writing down the distances,” she said. The lone spotter in the field was never in the right place to get a good look at where the discuses landed, and then he would slowly stroll over to where he thought it landed to mark it. Sometimes he was a much as 2 feet off. When the discus did happen to leave a mark in the grass, he measured from the far end of the mark rather than the closer end. But to top it all, he spent most of his time on his cell phone even when people were throwing. Competitors asked him and then told him he needed to get off his cell phone, and he got really belligerent and condescending, and that was when I packed my bags and left. I made no throws, didn’t even check in with the scorer.