
Football: Lima Senior loses heartbreaker to Troy
By Oscar J. Finch
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I never thought I would say this, but I think every mom needs an eight-hour flight delay. I know, I know — just the thought of throwing my already chaotic working-mama schedule off by eight hours would normally be enough to make me cringe too. But hear me out. This past weekend, I had to travel for work for the first time in a few years. And while the thought of leaving my family for a few days had given me all sorts of anxiety leading up to it, I never imagined that one of the most relaxing days I’d have in quite some time would be spent sitting in an airport. But there I was. When the first flight delay came through that morning, I was actually a little relieved because, in true Sarah fashion, I was running late. But by the time the second and third delays came through, I realized this wasn’t going to be just a minor change in departure time. As the hours passed, the delays kept coming. For nearly six hours, I could see on the airline app that our plane hadn’t even left its previous