Since the double break-in at the casa, it seems like the month has just flown by. I suppose some of that has to do with the fact I was in Atlanta for 6 days at the SEC Men's Basketball Tournament. It really is always a great trip when I have the opportunity to see old UGA friends and folks I've gotten to know throughout the SEC. Rekindling friendships be it old or fresh ones always gives you an added boost. It is refreshing, and in the work sense, reminds me why I enjoy my line of work. Sure, there is always some play involved ... going to dinner with the ISP crew, having drinks with the marketing clowns, hanging out with Dough, Keith, Mitch and the crew ... it is just a hell of a time when I go to Atlanta. I'm a lucky fool.
THE tournament is underway, and we had some great games this weekend. Upsets abound, with my Wake boys, KU, Oklahoma and Syracuse all falling victim to the upset bug. Well, crap. That knocks out one of my final four. In case you were wondering, I had: Louisville, Oklahoma, Oklahoma State and UNC. At least the Heels are looking good. I was hoping Dook would get knocked off tonight by the fake Bulldogs (Mississippi State), alas those jerks are still around. But hey, three of my final four are still alive. I'm feeling pretty good about it.
I actually had the pleasure of working with several coaches this past week. Nashville and the Gaylord Entertainment Center played host to a first and second round pod. The Ohio Valley Conference was the host, but with our gym and practice facility within such close proximity, we agreed to be a practice site. Louisville, Ohio, Florida, Georgia Tech and New Mexico all used our facilities throughout the week. It is always good to meet new folks. I probably spent the most time talking with the Louisville folks. Great guys. Pitino seems to run a tight ship, which I can appreciate.
Oh, and no, I do not bet on the NCAA tournament. For those of you who do not know, it is against NCAA policy for any athletic department staff members to bet (well, really betting is illegal in most cites anyway) on collegiate athletic events. Sadly enough, the days of the "office NCAA pool" are a distant memory.
With Georgia Tech being in town, the ACC had to send an office rep. Low and behold, it was my old boss from Wake, David Whitfield. DW is now the director of championships at the ACC, and it was great having him in town. We grabbed lunch and watched some hoops Saturday afternoon and then met for a couple of drinks that night. Downtown Nashville has been crazy since the tourney rounds were here, but it is always nice showing visitors around the city.
Both basketball teams are still alive in post-season, with out women taking on Kansas State tomorrow in the 2nd round of NCAAs and our men playing host to Wichita State in tomorrow's third round of the NIT. Yeap, one more basketball game at home. I was ready to have the home basketball season behind us, but I suppose I can get pumped up for one more game. It just gives me an excuse to wear a suit again. That's not so bad.
I've been writing some song lyrics again. I haven't written anything in a long, long time, but I suppose my recent love life experiences have caused me to be a little more in touch with myself. Back in January, I ended what was about a six month relationship. It was, by far, the longest relationship I'd had since college. She is an amazing woman, but I just wasn't finding myself in love with her. Don't get me wrong, people don't have to be in love to date, but I suppose I've gotten to the point where I'm not going to date someone seriously if there is no love involved. I suppose I should also state it was a long distance relationship, which made it more difficult. I'm not sure if any relationship is fair if it begins with distance. I felt we both made tremendous efforts to make it work, but it just wasn't enough for me. I was accused to not opening up enough, of being scared to share more with her. I certainly do not think I am afraid to open my heart. I think I just know what I want. As many amazing qualities she had, there was just something missing.
So I have moved on in hopes of remaining friends with this great woman. I'm not sure how well that will work out. I pretty much get the feeling she's not in a hurry to remain chums, which I can understand. I'm not the best man in the world, by any stretch. But all of this has inspired me to write ... to write and to also reflect on love. I've felt it a few times. It is an encompassing feeling, which I welcome. It'll come again.