...like Yellow, is also the color of the sun, but the sun at zenith. The Orange Belt indicates the first flash of day has matured: on whose skill and understanding are reaching new heights.
Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts
Orange...
...like Yellow, is also the color of the sun, but the sun at zenith. The Orange Belt indicates the first flash of day has matured: on whose skill and understanding are reaching new heights.
Sporting News...
Our Volleyball season is drawing to a close. We have six more games to play.
Thank goodness that's it.
So far we are 1 and 17. Yes, that's 1 win and 17 losses. We stink with a capital STI...
Thank goodness that's it.
So far we are 1 and 17. Yes, that's 1 win and 17 losses. We stink with a capital STI...
The Empire Spikes Back...
That is the name of our Fall Volleyball Team. Lame.
Last week we played a few practice games to meet the other teams and practice with our team mates.
Most of last year I spent bitching and complaining that my team mates didn't try and didn't care.
I spent many years playing competitive sports at an advanced level. I learned to win and I learned to lose. No matter what, I was taught to do my best. Playing hard and doing your best was what mattered.
It drove me mental that my team mates were so lackadaisical.
Anywho...
This year we have a few different players. The practice session went better than I expected. We won a couple of the games. We played some what as a team. I was feeling better about this year.
Until tonight. Tonight was our first regulation game. I want to pull my friggin hair out!
For some reason they all seem to think the ball has go back over the net on the first touch. No team work. No effort. No enthusiasm. I left the court with blood running down my leg into my shoe.
We lost all three games. After the match I mentioned to the team that we are allowed to hit the ball three times before it goes over the net. One girl spit water through her nose. The others just gave me a blank look.
On the drive home Precious suggested that I stop playing. I apparently take it way too seriously. She reminded me that no matter what I do they are not going to change the way they play. They don't take it seriously.
I'm torn. I can't stand playing with people that don't care. I can take the loosing as long as they give a good honest effort, but they don't, and I'm not sure I can take eight weeks of this.
I was taught not to quit. How do I let this go? How do I show up and play and not get upset at their attitudes? This is totally my problem, not theirs. They are fine with the way things go.
Maybe vodka in my water bottle would help.
Last week we played a few practice games to meet the other teams and practice with our team mates.
Most of last year I spent bitching and complaining that my team mates didn't try and didn't care.
I spent many years playing competitive sports at an advanced level. I learned to win and I learned to lose. No matter what, I was taught to do my best. Playing hard and doing your best was what mattered.
It drove me mental that my team mates were so lackadaisical.
Anywho...
This year we have a few different players. The practice session went better than I expected. We won a couple of the games. We played some what as a team. I was feeling better about this year.
Until tonight. Tonight was our first regulation game. I want to pull my friggin hair out!
For some reason they all seem to think the ball has go back over the net on the first touch. No team work. No effort. No enthusiasm. I left the court with blood running down my leg into my shoe.
We lost all three games. After the match I mentioned to the team that we are allowed to hit the ball three times before it goes over the net. One girl spit water through her nose. The others just gave me a blank look.
On the drive home Precious suggested that I stop playing. I apparently take it way too seriously. She reminded me that no matter what I do they are not going to change the way they play. They don't take it seriously.
I'm torn. I can't stand playing with people that don't care. I can take the loosing as long as they give a good honest effort, but they don't, and I'm not sure I can take eight weeks of this.
I was taught not to quit. How do I let this go? How do I show up and play and not get upset at their attitudes? This is totally my problem, not theirs. They are fine with the way things go.
Maybe vodka in my water bottle would help.
Tragedy...
Why does God hate the Green Bay Packers? Or is it just Brett?
Every year they find a new way to lose. This year, it was again Brett, that threw the game away at the last possible second.
Why oh why must you torment me so?
Have I not been a loyal fan since 1969? I wear a team jersey to bed. I sing the Packer theme song in my head. I live to be a Cheddar Head.
Oh it is a sad day and shall remain sad through out the year until next fall brings us new hope of what might be for the Pack, next season...
Every year they find a new way to lose. This year, it was again Brett, that threw the game away at the last possible second.
Why oh why must you torment me so?
Have I not been a loyal fan since 1969? I wear a team jersey to bed. I sing the Packer theme song in my head. I live to be a Cheddar Head.
Oh it is a sad day and shall remain sad through out the year until next fall brings us new hope of what might be for the Pack, next season...
Pain...
Have any of you every done Tae-bo?
This week we started doing an hour a day.
I hurt in places I didn't realize I had places.
This week we started doing an hour a day.
I hurt in places I didn't realize I had places.
Barry Bonds...You're Not Worthy
Barry only has about 11 more home runs to go to break the all time Home Run record.
Personally I hate to think that he will be the one do it. Not because I don't want the record to be broken. All records will fall someday. Not because he took illegal drugs for years. Steroids didn't make it easier to hit a base ball.
I don't want Barry to break the record because, Barry is a pig of a human being!
Sadly he is a shoe in for the Hall of Fame. Pete Rose wagered a few dollars and it cost him his career and barred him from his rightful place in the Hall. Is what Pete did that much worse than taking illegal drugs? Hell no!
But this isn't about Pete. It's about Barry.
I call upon all major league teams, opposing pitchers, coaches, managers, owners. I beg of you!
STOP PITCHING TO BARRY!
It's that simple. This man should not be allowed to break one of the greatest records in all of sports. Every time Barry comes to the plate, he should be intentionally walked. Never give him a pitch he can get the bat on. EVER!
I seriously doubt it would ever change the outcome of a game if Barry were to be walked.
Barry is the worst example of a professional athlete. A liar. A cheater. A lousy role model for kids who look up to athletes. He's rude, self centered, egotistical...and totally unworthy of the Home Run record.
For everyone who ever played. For the love of the game. For the integrity of the game.
WALK Barry!
Personally I hate to think that he will be the one do it. Not because I don't want the record to be broken. All records will fall someday. Not because he took illegal drugs for years. Steroids didn't make it easier to hit a base ball.
I don't want Barry to break the record because, Barry is a pig of a human being!
Sadly he is a shoe in for the Hall of Fame. Pete Rose wagered a few dollars and it cost him his career and barred him from his rightful place in the Hall. Is what Pete did that much worse than taking illegal drugs? Hell no!
But this isn't about Pete. It's about Barry.
I call upon all major league teams, opposing pitchers, coaches, managers, owners. I beg of you!
STOP PITCHING TO BARRY!
It's that simple. This man should not be allowed to break one of the greatest records in all of sports. Every time Barry comes to the plate, he should be intentionally walked. Never give him a pitch he can get the bat on. EVER!
I seriously doubt it would ever change the outcome of a game if Barry were to be walked.
Barry is the worst example of a professional athlete. A liar. A cheater. A lousy role model for kids who look up to athletes. He's rude, self centered, egotistical...and totally unworthy of the Home Run record.
For everyone who ever played. For the love of the game. For the integrity of the game.
WALK Barry!
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