Easter weekend ended up all wet

It was the worst Easter I ever experienced.
Easter Eve and Easter Sunday both ended up an all wet affair in the Deep South, particularly where I grew up in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. 
All of my plans were canceled on the count of heavy rain and thunderstorms, both Holy Saturday and Easter Sunday.
First, I planned to attend Alabama's Spring football game at Bryant-Denny Stadium. I secured a media pass, perhaps, for the last time since we currently have a sportswriter at The Selma Times-Journal who will be attending Crimson Tide home games.
It rained three hours before kickoff and during the game, not an ideal situation for me.  Not having the game televised sucked rotten eggs as ESPN sold its soul for the NBA. I guess ESPN forgot college football is a religion in the South.
The church, whom I had been attending all month for a Easter program countywide outdoors, got rained out.  The Pastor, whom I became fast friends five month since arriving in Selma. Alabama, delivered a powerful sermon.
I did not sit by the woman, who I've been seeing since 2019, because we had a heated argument on Good Friday. It was over her mis-step on her daughter's performance and her mis-communication. Not that big a deal to me, but she blew it.
Oh well. Easter is over. We can look forward to Memorial Day.

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