(I tried to upload a couple of pictures but apparently, despite two restarts, my computer is not in the mood today. I'll try again tomorrow!)
Tomorrow, my niece's volleyball team goes to substate. This is the first year they've gotten this far - at least since she's been a part of the team. I'm so excited for her!! They are 37-0 right now, so win or lose, they've had an amazing season.
This past Tuesday night, when they played in regionals, I was able to listen to the game because it was carried on a radio station that broadcasts on the web. Let me just tell you about that for a minute. Tuesdays never end in my world. Tuesdays are the days of forever overtime and dinner that doesn't start until about 10 p.m. So it was a refreshing diversion for me to be able to stay awake amid the mounds of paperwork. But I'll let you in on a little secret in case you don't know me that well: even though I'm not a diehard sports fan, I can get very into games. Attitudinally into games. I suddenly mistake them for Wal-Mart, and I get ugly. So there I sat, running reports and stapling papers, randomly yelling at my computer.
The announcer (who needed fired, but I don't think you can fire volunteers) kept interspersing her own opinionated commentary into the game. I'm new to volleyball, and I'm a visual person. And other than my niece and her best friend, the names were all new to me as well. Do you know how hard it is to keep terms and names straight when you can't see any of it and some ding dong is sitting there saying things like "Well that just doesn't seem right...uh...oh wait - what are they doing? Oh!" GOOD GRIEF, WOMAN!! KEEP YOUR MIND ON THE JOB!! Whew. Okay, I'm back now.
Prior to this particular season, in my world, dig is what you do to a hole to plant a flower, spike is a really adorable hairstyle on the two year olds at church, a sub is someone to make fun of when he or she tries to run a classroom belonging to someone else, serve is what you do on a church committee or when you work at Applebees, and set is a complete collection of dishes. So needless to say, while I parked at the desk trying to translate all these words into their true game meaning AND trying to remember which last names went with which teams, I did not have time for her unsolicited thought pattern.
I'll be back at the desk tomorrow to listen to the substate game. I hope someone else covers the radio crowd. And...GO RANGERS!! HAVE A GREAT GAME!!! Cassie, no matter the score, I'm so proud of you!!
This past Tuesday night, when they played in regionals, I was able to listen to the game because it was carried on a radio station that broadcasts on the web. Let me just tell you about that for a minute. Tuesdays never end in my world. Tuesdays are the days of forever overtime and dinner that doesn't start until about 10 p.m. So it was a refreshing diversion for me to be able to stay awake amid the mounds of paperwork. But I'll let you in on a little secret in case you don't know me that well: even though I'm not a diehard sports fan, I can get very into games. Attitudinally into games. I suddenly mistake them for Wal-Mart, and I get ugly. So there I sat, running reports and stapling papers, randomly yelling at my computer.
The announcer (who needed fired, but I don't think you can fire volunteers) kept interspersing her own opinionated commentary into the game. I'm new to volleyball, and I'm a visual person. And other than my niece and her best friend, the names were all new to me as well. Do you know how hard it is to keep terms and names straight when you can't see any of it and some ding dong is sitting there saying things like "Well that just doesn't seem right...uh...oh wait - what are they doing? Oh!" GOOD GRIEF, WOMAN!! KEEP YOUR MIND ON THE JOB!! Whew. Okay, I'm back now.
Prior to this particular season, in my world, dig is what you do to a hole to plant a flower, spike is a really adorable hairstyle on the two year olds at church, a sub is someone to make fun of when he or she tries to run a classroom belonging to someone else, serve is what you do on a church committee or when you work at Applebees, and set is a complete collection of dishes. So needless to say, while I parked at the desk trying to translate all these words into their true game meaning AND trying to remember which last names went with which teams, I did not have time for her unsolicited thought pattern.
I'll be back at the desk tomorrow to listen to the substate game. I hope someone else covers the radio crowd. And...GO RANGERS!! HAVE A GREAT GAME!!! Cassie, no matter the score, I'm so proud of you!!
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