My web search of Huntington radio stations turned up nothing. I turned to Twitter and Facebook for game updates, finding few.
I texted a couple of parents I knew to be in the stands. While they replied with an updated score now and then, the texts provided no context as to what was happening on the field.
Gradually, I found myself becoming frantic wanting to know game details.
I came to the realization that I was too involved and had invested too much time and energy over the years in this high school team to miss an away game again, no matter how far.
Someone, somewhere has studied this phenomenon of seemingly normally sane and reasonably intelligent people fully committing their time and resources toward this crazy passion of football, I'm sure.
While maybe not everyone is bitten by this bug, I obviously have much company. And its not just high school football.
Why else would several thousand of us Herd fans drive a few hours and then stand in the cold pouring rain at Lane Stadium in Blacksburg, Va., cheering on our Herd in hopes of an upset over the Hokies, at least by the third overtime.
While another person may have been miserable in the conditions, I loved every minute of it (except for the final score).
So the addiction persists. And I'm not seeking treatment.
No doubt, I pay for this affliction. The Marshall season tickets and one or two road games per year are pricey, but they are a reward I provide myself whether I deserve it or not. I pay for the high school games mainly by hours and hours of volunteering and no rest on Friday nights.
But win or lose, that feeling of excitement that radiates through me and the rest of the crowd every time my favorite high school or college team runs onto the field is amazing.
Silly, I know. But I love it.
Merritt is Daily Mail editorial page editor. He may be reached at 304 348-4802 or by email at kelly.merr...@dailymail.com. Follow him on Twitter @ekmerritt.