Big Ten Football Media Days are just hours away and I just got done waiting in line for two and a half hours at the Philadelphia International Airport.

It kind of reminded me of when the Super Dooper Looper debuted at Hershey Park. Lines, lines and more lines.

My connecting flight from Philly to Chicago was delayed, delayed again and then, when we were finally on the tarmac, engines roaring, the pilot came over the radio:

"Folks, this is your Captain speaking. We regret to inform you that this flight has been canceled due to thunderstorms in our flight corridor."

Huh? Canceled?

Yup. So what that means is, I'll be here in Philly International until I can hop the next flight to the Windy City. That's at 10:30 tonight. Bummer, but it's better than the 7:35 a.m. flight tomorrow, which was the other option.

I tried all day not to eat just so the first thing I ate would be a yummy piece of Chicago-style pizza. But seven hours in an airport takes a toll on your body and mind. I slipped and munched out on some Sbarro. Mmmmm. Just like in the HUB.

I'll be in touch.

--Travis