I've got an exciting weekend coming up, the annual debauchery that is Dragon*Con, and all I can think about is...sports. Seriously. K's got volleyball games this week, and I'm hoping I see her put some more oomph in her playing. I want to see her attack that freaking serve, reach higher for that play at the net, dive harder to make that return of serve. She's got it in her. No mercy. However, I'm missing her Monday games because I'm in Seattle. For work. Damn it.
The flipside of that is my own play in softball. And I can relate to K's unconscious hesitance because I can see it in myself. I'm missing our season opener this week and I'm kind of down about it. The fact of the matter is: I am not as physically able as I was ten years ago. I can't sprint like I used to. I get winded a lot faster. But I love it. I can sort of watch myself on the field, and I see myself hesitate when I'm playing in the outfield or at second base. For crying out loud, I am not comfortable playing second, but I'm going with what our coach says. No mercy.
Then...there's the smell of football. Every year, I've been looking forward to football season more and more. High school, college, even pro football. The tailgating. The large screen TVs. The beer. The potato skins, cheesy bread, chicken wings, and on and on and on. The college football opener is Saturday night. And while some of the geeks will be running amok getting wasted at DCon parties, Lori and I will be watching Boise St vs Georgia. Geeks with wine and pizza, watching football in our hotel room. Hot damn, I can't wait.
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