Fake Vacation, Coming Soon; Battling Defeat

One last day of work left. Then I re-enter the ranks of the unemployed. Or as I like to call it, I'm going back on fake vacation. Fake vacation consists of making plans, only half of which I will actually accomplish. You see, despite being a pessimist, I'm an optimist when it comes to work output. I always overestimate what I plan on accomplishing and I come out entirely disappointed with the end results.

Part II of this year's fake vacation consists of:

• attempting to write on to law review
• continuing to prep for trial
• planning golf games that never happen
  
• working out more
• researching that project I've been procrastinating on
• maintaining sanity
• pretending like I have a purpose in life

The only thing that excites me about fake vacation? more sleep. Aside from that, I hate when there's no structure to my life.

This past Saturday my team (it's more of Julio's team, although he credits me for being at every function) had their first game. It was a doozy, but I'm so proud of them. We lost. But we knew we would lose from the beginning. There were 13 or 14 of them. There were 5 on our team. There tallest kid was somewhere around 6'2", and burly as I've seen them. I actually questioned their ages aloud. The kids were supposed to be 12 and 13, but these kids definitely looked around the 14-15 year old range. We also have a 10 year old on our team, but the kid is an absolute STUD. He's got a mean crossover, excellent range, and plays with sheer intensity both ways. Natural instincts. I keep saying, if the kid grows a couple of feet, he's bound for college ball for sure.

The first half was sheer dominance. By them. Down 22-7, things were looking bleak. Turnover city. They guarded the fast break well, trapped us. It just wasn't so pretty at first.

Then came the second half. Our team played with intensity. A few blocks, some timely turnovers, a couple of three balls and the score was suddenly 36-26. The kids were playing like they were possessed or something. I was so proud of them. Particularly because our backcourt was full court pressing most of the time and running for forty minutes is insane. Another three, and we were only down 7. But our little run got cut short as they forced some turnovers and burried some buckets. Final score, 42-29 (I think). But I was ecstatic. Our kids played with sheer heart. They looked so defeated afterwards and I felt bad. Julio and I kept trying to encourage them. With no bench, they should be so proud of themselves for keeping it close and not getting absolutely waxed by the opposition. We definitely have some stuff to work on, but there were so many brightspots, I can't wait for the next week. Plus we'll have more depth.