NochNoch
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Alright confession time gentlemen. I sit here in my office about 5 1/2 hours prior to hitting the road for the first leg of a trip to Bristol that has been in the planning stages for a little over 2 years. Never felt like there'd be a scenario where we completely blew Tech off the field but I'm been approaching it with the assumption that we'd probably play a close game for the majority of the first half and then start to pull away a little ways into the 2nd and end up we a decently comfortable win when all is said and done.
Then last Thursday night happened. We've had more than our fair share of unimpressive wins over the years, even going back to the glory years (to a certain extent, everybody does), but I've never had too much difficulty recognizing that week to week can always be different and there are such things as just playing a bad game. For some reason I just cannot seem to shake the SHlTshow that was last week.
I know that once this trip begins I'm going to have an absolute blast and I will literally be traveling with a constant reminder of the fact that none of this matters because the wife of the other couple in our RV is 3 rounds into chemo treatment for breast cancer. All that said, excitement is definitely not what I'm feeling right before I hit the road.
No point to any of this overly long, rambling nonsense other than yet another reminder that I allow myself to get way too invested in all of this but just felt like I wanted to put it out there, catharsis if you will.
Then last Thursday night happened. We've had more than our fair share of unimpressive wins over the years, even going back to the glory years (to a certain extent, everybody does), but I've never had too much difficulty recognizing that week to week can always be different and there are such things as just playing a bad game. For some reason I just cannot seem to shake the SHlTshow that was last week.
I know that once this trip begins I'm going to have an absolute blast and I will literally be traveling with a constant reminder of the fact that none of this matters because the wife of the other couple in our RV is 3 rounds into chemo treatment for breast cancer. All that said, excitement is definitely not what I'm feeling right before I hit the road.
No point to any of this overly long, rambling nonsense other than yet another reminder that I allow myself to get way too invested in all of this but just felt like I wanted to put it out there, catharsis if you will.
