Thursday, February 5, 2004

We are sitting in the airport waiting for to go.  We are not the motley crew we used to be.  Polo shirts are mandatory, as are long pants that are not blue jeans.  We are not exactly Princeton by any stretch of the imagination, however.  We wear no blazers, and I'm quite sure no one on this team has ever owned a pair of penny loafers, let alone wing tips. My guess is that if you asked this group what a pair of "wing tips" is, they would likely think that it had something to do with airplanes. 

We are collectively excited for this "business trip".  There is always something thrilling about not knowing what is about to happen.  As a season progresses I get a feel for it and for us, to the point where I sometimes feel like I know what's going to take place.  As a game moves, it is at times almost the same. All I have right now is anticipation built on very little foundation. My hope at this point is simply that we don't suck.

I would rather be about to get on a plane to go somewhere warm than to sit here and watch it snow for the next week, which is what the weatherman is saying about Colorado.  Bye bye.

WE MADE IT

We are here without incident.  Can I hear an Amen?

We are off to try and find a place to catch and throw,  We are on a guerilla practice mission. 

LATER THAT NIGHT

I fear we invaded the ASU practice tonight. They (ASU lacrosse) were not pleased to see us show up during their field time, even though we just were seeking a small area in which to stretch and play catch, and there was some extra room out there under the lights. It didn't occur to me, but they didn't want us there because they are working on things that they did not want us to see. Apparently they are not familiar with my legendary lack of scouting capabilities. I never know what to do with a lot of that sort of information as it is, but I certainly wasn't looking for any tonight.

At this point I really don't know anything about any team we will play. I don't care. I am so working on our chemistry.

I keep very busy during games anymore looking for the weak players to attack on other teams. That is the nature of this particular CSU team. We want to locate someone that can't stand the heat, and get him in the kitchen. Sometimes I don't think at all about what "they" are doing, or even who "their" best players are.

I hope we did not mess up the ASU Sundevil plan. I just figured they might take pity on a weary lacrosse team that traveled many miles to play them, and share a little. We even had joked before we embarked on the guerilla practice mission that maybe they (ASU) would scrimmage us a little for fun. No chance. This is all very serious business. I always forget that. Once again I have given others more reason to hate us, the Fun Bunch. Way to go coach.

I must like being hated, because I'm awful good at accomplishing it with all kinds of different folks. I have never had a neighbor that didn't hate me. This is true even now, while I live on 35 acres. Can't we all just get along?

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