"T"

The title represents another first in my teaching/coaching career. My first technical foul. Yes, I recieved a T for arguing a stupid call from a ref who thinks he is all that and a bag of potato chips. It isnt actually that exciting, no chairs thrown or anything. Our center grabbed a rebound, took a pause to shoot, and when she did the girl she was fighting with for the rebound fell into her. They called a push on our center. Saying she pushed and went over the back to grab the rebound. My argument was "if she went over the back, call that- not a push, and call it when it happens- not three seconds later when we are trying to shoot." I also said "she couldn't push when she has the ball in both hands up in the air to shoot. That is impossible." Got our crowd all excited though. Good times in small-town high school basketball.

Went to the Iowa State v. Oklahoma basketball game this weekend. Yes, I went to an ISU game. Had a free ticket and it was a decent game. I was impressed by the "Hilton Magic" and the ISU fans. Much louder than Carver-Hawkeye. Still not as good a team as the Hawkeyes though!

While at the game with high school friends, we were commenting on how old we feel already. Not even one year out of school and things have already changed so much. We saw the college kids going nuts in the student section and then overheard them talking about the parties they were going to and just looked at each other with that look of "wow, we are old." It is definately a weird feeling and something I'm sure all of us have gone through at some point in this past year. What makes it even more weird is that when you are 12, 13 and thinking about being "grown-up" you think about having all these questions in life answered and your life set. Now that I have reached grown-up status at the age of 23, I have none of these questions answered and nothing really solidly set for my future. It is like being stuck in a time warp. We are old, yet we are young.

Congrats to the Iraqis on their first election. Things sound like they went well. Minor bombings here and there but good turnout. Over 60% for sure. Which brings me back to the question I asked last week in a blog...why can't we do that here? How come America prides itself on being the greatest democracy in the world and we get barely 50% voter turnout. We don't have to worry about getting shot or bombed on the way to the polls. We don't show up because "it is too cold in November." So I guess, congrats to the Iraqis for making Americans look like sissies too.

Well, I could write a book tonight (maybe someday I will write a real book- seriously I want to) but nobody is prepared to read a book tonight/this morning/whenever you read it. So with that until next time...