Protected: Game Log 2/18/13: HUGE playoff game

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Protected: Game Log 2/16/13: Probably my best playoff game yet

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Protected: Game Log 2/13/13: Lesson learned

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Protected: Game Log 2/12/13: Playoff game…and not quite with it

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And here come some more…

Three playoff games arrived in my inbox today.  I have a local big-school girls’ game shortly, then travel a couple of hours away for more girls games over the holiday weekend… the championship, literally the last game before regionals/state.

Wow.  I’m honored yet again.

A little bit of a milestone as well:  one of those weekend games is the first I will have that is not at an educational institution, but at an edifice designed exclusively for spectator sports (it’s a minor league hockey venue).  I’m pretty stoked about that as well.

None of these are loser-out, winner-to-state games, so in a way, they’re not as intense as some of the games I experienced two years ago (or even last year).  But in some ways, they’re bigger…the Monday game will be the second in a little over a week where girls will be cutting down the net while I’m in the locker room.  So that’s pretty awesome.  I’ve been keyed up all day about it…and my primary job is to keep myself calm now.

Weirdly, I have junior high games in the middle of all this playoff goodness.  Shouldn’t be a problem getting up for those.

Protected: Game Log 1/31/13: A tale of two coaches

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Social Challenge: The Hospitality Room

I didn’t even know that the Hospitality Room existed, but partner pointed it out after tonight’s tournament game.  We headed out there.  He stopped to say hi to his wife and said he’d meet me there.  So I ventured out there alone.

When I got there, I found the coaches for the losing team sitting there.

I did not want to be there.  The coaches were not angry and were a class act, but I just don’t like kibitzing with coaches.  Feels weird.

I grabbed some chips and salsa, some crackers and cheese, a Dr Pepper, and went out to the hallway and ate them on my own.

Partners arrived shortly thereafter and we headed into the room.  Once there, we had pleasant conversation with the coaches.

“Where do you play next?”  “Yeah, you’d won the games I had you earlier this year.”  “Sorry we missed the ball hitting the cord above the backboard–we should have gotten that.”

But it still felt weird, since I could have these guys again sometime.  Maybe I’m just weird since nobody else seemed to care or mind, but I’d rather have gone elsewhere.