Monday, Jan. 23 — I’m supposed to be old enough to not get gut shot after a sporting event loss. Apparently, I’m not. The day after the 49ers gave away the NFC title game to the NY Giants, I’m still unable to find my perspective and level-headed state. Completely unable. I should, because it is just a game in the end. It is football. It happens. But damn, this time? Damn.
Terrell Suggs helped me at least laugh at all of the bullshit. Calling an ESPN talking head a douchebag on national television is prime entertainment.
Less than two weeks before the sub-district meet, which is the last chance for a good portion of the team to qualify for districts. The top-two finishers in each event get in, plus time standards. Wednesday, there’s a tri-meet. That’s one chance. Saturday, there’s a huge invitational in Longview. That’s another chance. Then… the sub-district meet. That’s it.
Desk duty at night. Not a problem. A long week is ahead.
Sunday, Jan. 22 — Two fumbles. One player. The Niners lose. In overtime.
This is how I handled Sunday night’s NFC title game loss: took a few phone calls, took a deep breath or two, turned out all of the lights and went to bed. At 8 p.m. Good night. (Honestly, I could have handled it better, as in not like a brooding little teenage girl.) Blech. I suck. I really didn’t handle it well. At all.
Saturday, Jan. 21 — This is a strange work day. Early-morning practice went really well. We’ve discovered two butterfly experts just in time to get them a couple of chances to get into the district meet.
Took a nap. Went into work to try and catch all of the wrestling invitationals that’ll call in before the basketball games. Nope. No calls. None. Rick came in for the main rush with zero calls in with results. We got the calls, but there were a few misses overall. Disjointed day overall.
