Yesterday also marked the worst basketball game I've had here at Vanderbilt. It seemed like everything that could go wrong DID go wrong. Thankfully nothing was anyone's fault, it just seemed to be one of those frustrating days. The guys won (as did the women today), but I was totally exhausted by the end of the game I just wanted to go fall on a floor. Or bang my head against the wall. I should've known it was going to be a long day when the damn fire alarm went off in the building. Oh well, what doesn't kill you ...
Yes, I know it is January, but I'm already making plans for the summer. I plan on being in Athens for NCAA tennis in May and then I will return again in early June for the wedding of Matt and Mel. My father retires at the end of March, and mom is planning a family trip at some point over the summer. My good friends, Ward and Flippen, will be joining me on a trip back to Illinois. It is time to head back to Wrigleyville! Well, there and DeKalb too. In a strange way, I think we all miss it, so it will be good to return. Last but not least I plan on making a trip I should've made years ago. As most of you know, I am a huge Blue Jays fan. Well, I've seen them play in probably 7 different stadiums but never in Toronto. The time is here. I'll probably make it an extended weekend, but I want to go see my Jays. Not to mention, I hear the city is beautiful. If anyone has any tips on where to go, where to stay, etc, just let me know.
I want to take this time to thank Gary Williams and the Maryland basketball team. Earlier this week they exposed Dook for the overrated sorry team they are. Man, I can't stand those guys. At least both Wake and Carolina are still winning and playing well. The Dores even broke their loosing streak this week, which was much needed. But it was thrilled to see Dook stumble. I think I've only made the mistake of pulling or them once in my life ... against UNLV in 1990 ... but trust me, that will never happen again.
Work has been hectic lately. Basketball is about a month from ending, yet we still have the Tennessee and Kentucky men's games this week. The baseball team is fast approaching, with our first game on the 18th of February. Too soon. I think we are in good shape for baseball though. I feel confident about the preparation.
We also host SEC Track and Field this May. We have several challenges to deal with for the event. Our track facility is nice, but very small. There is a severe lack of space for seating, as the track was placed in a very tight area. We'll be able to make it work, but it might be a huge headache.
I've been working out a lot lately. I've decided to stop being so lazy and get in better shape. I've also been eating better, reading more and getting good rest. A little jaylowe improvement can't hurt. Monday I found out just how serious I have become about all this when I turned down a night of poker to work out. I need it. It makes me feel better. I've never been comfortable with my body (who is?), but I feel so much better about myself when I can see improvement. Ok, so I probably won't ever look like Triple H, but I can always look better than I do no.
So how about THIS as a crazy story? Ashley is an acquaintance of mine and was one of the best basketball players Vanderbilt has seen. If she has been fired, it is for a very poor reason and I hate she was treated this way. Clearly this team owner is a media whore or is just nuts.
I'm in the midst of reading several different books right now, but I just finished The Da Vinci Code. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it. The first part is a bit slow and the end is a wee bit anticlimactic, but the story itself is very exciting. Some folks don't like the book because they feel it tells lies about Jesus Christ and the religion of Christianity. I think you just have to remember it is a story. If you are afraid of testing your faith, it probably isn't a book for you. I have picked up Dan Brown's other book, Angels and Demons, but have yet to start it. I'll be sure to let you all know what I think.
Time to work on some budgets. Until next time.