So yeah. No scroll button. Continuing from "wh"... which he is. A squirmer. Saturday or sunday brett kate and the little guy come over to moms and we visted for a while which was great. I got to hold the little guy which was great and I got to see some family friends in town moving C into an apartment downtown because she started an internship where? SECOND CITY! Awesome!
anyway... saw Hubi Skittels and the rest of the crew had some laughs had an emotional breakdown that I was hoping was gonna get overlooked but didn't and all in all had a great weekend last weekend. Next week ill be travelling again on the company's dime to watch the utter horror that my old teams and the other teams from Puerto Rico, California, and other great volleyball areas will put my guys team through. It'll be fun and scary. But hey the company is putting me up in the downtown hyatt for three nights.
Buck
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Coon hunt?!?!
So this is going to be my first attempt at updating this bad boy from my new fancy dancy phone. Forgive any spelling errors as this modern technology assumes I am an idiot and didnt mean to spell what I spelled. Since...March you might have gotten the impression that I am dead in a ditch or have joined a cult or some other apocalyptical catastrophe occurred. I am pleased to say that I was not taken during the fake rapture nor do I think I will be in October. (Thief in the night folks.) That being said I am still truckin' along like I seem to always be.
Let's see since March two of my volleyball teams completed their seasons with the last team ending in a week and a half. The 13 year olds did great and in retrospect were my favorite team to coach. They finished third in the region which is no small feat. Granted Iowa is its own region when it comes to club volleyballBUT there were roughly 300 teams there. Not. To. Shabby. The 17s were a different story altogether. First day of regionals they didn't even show up to play mentally and were summarily destroyed which left us fighting just to place. We didn't. Parents explode at me players are crying and there I stand trying to make the lie of "we had a good season and it isn't over yet we still have a tourney in June", sound good. Some of the more coniving parents try to take me to the side no doubt to bludgeon me to death with whatever they can find for not being an amazing coach; and I just has to say to each of them in turn in my grown up voice and the look that all parents and teachers give as a warning...No. Now is not the time. It has been emotionally draining for all of us and I'm going to see if any other coaches need an extra set of eyes.
That probably wasn't the best thing to say but I feel that I did a great job of censoring myself. Two or three weeks after that come to find out that the parents were planning a coup that was spoiled because of people that are decent. Some wanted to take the girls to the last tourney without myself or Curt which would have ment they were not a USAV sanctioned team and therefor inelligible to play. (Not real smart). Some of the parents had younger daughters that I coached either this year or last and know my style and mannerisms fairly well and we get along great; we've shared some beverages together after tourneys seen the girls play during school season... those parents alert Club Management and it became a battle royals the likes of which I hope I never see again. Well that's not fair as I didn't see this one,just the aftermath. Long story short troublemakers are elsewhere now never to be allowed even pa tryout the good ones are playing up on a different sister team and I didn't have to drive to the dells.
Which leads nicely into Tristram AKA bass. The weekend I was supposed to be in WI I spent back home holding and visiting my freshly birthed nephew. I got a text message that woke me up at quarter to four in the morning from mother saying that my sister was giving birth. I was very happy very confused and still mostly asleep. I rolled over and addressed what I could 360 miles from the action. An hour later on the way to work I start texting mom for updates and started filling dad in as I assumed no one else at the time was. After the announcement of the lifts guy dad asked if I spelled the name right and I soar yes with the caveat I would be calling him bass. He asked why which my reply was "cause I've caught bigger fish and he looks like a squirmer. " wh
Let's see since March two of my volleyball teams completed their seasons with the last team ending in a week and a half. The 13 year olds did great and in retrospect were my favorite team to coach. They finished third in the region which is no small feat. Granted Iowa is its own region when it comes to club volleyballBUT there were roughly 300 teams there. Not. To. Shabby. The 17s were a different story altogether. First day of regionals they didn't even show up to play mentally and were summarily destroyed which left us fighting just to place. We didn't. Parents explode at me players are crying and there I stand trying to make the lie of "we had a good season and it isn't over yet we still have a tourney in June", sound good. Some of the more coniving parents try to take me to the side no doubt to bludgeon me to death with whatever they can find for not being an amazing coach; and I just has to say to each of them in turn in my grown up voice and the look that all parents and teachers give as a warning...No. Now is not the time. It has been emotionally draining for all of us and I'm going to see if any other coaches need an extra set of eyes.
That probably wasn't the best thing to say but I feel that I did a great job of censoring myself. Two or three weeks after that come to find out that the parents were planning a coup that was spoiled because of people that are decent. Some wanted to take the girls to the last tourney without myself or Curt which would have ment they were not a USAV sanctioned team and therefor inelligible to play. (Not real smart). Some of the parents had younger daughters that I coached either this year or last and know my style and mannerisms fairly well and we get along great; we've shared some beverages together after tourneys seen the girls play during school season... those parents alert Club Management and it became a battle royals the likes of which I hope I never see again. Well that's not fair as I didn't see this one,just the aftermath. Long story short troublemakers are elsewhere now never to be allowed even pa tryout the good ones are playing up on a different sister team and I didn't have to drive to the dells.
Which leads nicely into Tristram AKA bass. The weekend I was supposed to be in WI I spent back home holding and visiting my freshly birthed nephew. I got a text message that woke me up at quarter to four in the morning from mother saying that my sister was giving birth. I was very happy very confused and still mostly asleep. I rolled over and addressed what I could 360 miles from the action. An hour later on the way to work I start texting mom for updates and started filling dad in as I assumed no one else at the time was. After the announcement of the lifts guy dad asked if I spelled the name right and I soar yes with the caveat I would be calling him bass. He asked why which my reply was "cause I've caught bigger fish and he looks like a squirmer. " wh
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Soul Snatchers
Volleyball will steal your soul. Haven't had much time for the whole keeping people updated on my life since...October something or other. Comes from working 90+ hours a week with two jobs and no days off.
Come April hopefully I will be back on the airwaves much more regularly.
buck
Come April hopefully I will be back on the airwaves much more regularly.
buck
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