Victory is sweet- losing stinks

I am helping coach my two sons' soccer team this year. I am the coach yelling instructions on the side lines and firing up the players. The other coach is the strategist and the one planning substitutions and knows all the rules. I am there for motivation.

We got our first win last night. That set us at 1-1-1. It was good for the boys to finally have a win. We celebrated with a milkshake!

Tonight we got killed by a bigger, faster, and more skilled team. We got crushed. I even quit keeping score. It was pitiful. Now we are 1-2-1.

Chiggers!!!! and other events

For the uninitiated a chigger is also known as a red bug. It is an infinitly small bug that is mostly invisible to the naked eye but has a bite that leaves you wanting to skin yourself alive if they DO bite you. I had the pleasure of getting to know a host of these little bugs after a weekend civil war event outside Atlanta. I am still debating either self-skinning or amputation.

In other news, my oldest son was making a call on my cell phone yesterday. He was calling his grandparents and said my cell phone was making a strange noise like it wouldn't let him dial the number. I listened and it was...a BUSY signal. I guess this is just another lost thing thanks to the digital age and the proliferation of voicemail and cell phones. No more busy signals, and probably no more dial tones! Dang I feel old.

I have decided to play tennis at one level above my current ranking. I am ding this for the competition and the challenge. I am hoping I won't get smoked too bad. Season starts in a few weeks so I have some time to get ready. My team captain thinks I can hang with the next higher ranked players. We'll see.

Keep Gator in your thoughts. He just got some dream-shattering news that is kinda hard to swallow. But I'll let him blog about it.