you don't want to be The Guy. you want to be the guy The Guy counts on.
I hate skipping.
So I have my own team on Friday nights now, through no fault of my own, and I don't like it, and that's okay. The only way for me to get more comfortable with skipping is to do it more often, since most of what I don't like is a function of unfamiliarity. I know that. But these are skills that I don't mind not having, is what I'm saying. Ah well. We (self, spare at vice, brand-new rookies in the front end) went up against a better team (nationals-level player at skip, another sparing at vice, good solid front end) tonight and got our heads handed to us, mostly because I had five or six rocks to every eight of theirs but also a good deal because in the second, third, and fourth ends I didn't quite make my last shot. I think I called the game okay, but how much ice to take for those earlier shots -- for anything but skip rocks -- is, oy, a mystery to me.
Meh. We lost this game 13-2 in six ends. The last game I called was the 4th event final at last year's Kayser when JS got sick during the semi, which we had to finish without him, and we didn't decide he wasn't able to play the final until about half an hour before. We lost that game 9 or 10 to 1 in six ends, but that? Was worse. Then, I was full of whatever comes in when all the adrenaline is gone, and I couldn't stop crying ("somebody sedate me!"). About tonight, I am sanguine, even cheerful. So, hurrah.
In other news, my Bravissimo package arrived. Hooray! Let us hope that the next time I need to buy new bras is some time from now. And that it's because things will have worn out, and not because the size has changed again, because listen, it's not like I've had an easy time finding a good fit recently, but any smaller of a band size and I'll be even more screwed.
So I have my own team on Friday nights now, through no fault of my own, and I don't like it, and that's okay. The only way for me to get more comfortable with skipping is to do it more often, since most of what I don't like is a function of unfamiliarity. I know that. But these are skills that I don't mind not having, is what I'm saying. Ah well. We (self, spare at vice, brand-new rookies in the front end) went up against a better team (nationals-level player at skip, another sparing at vice, good solid front end) tonight and got our heads handed to us, mostly because I had five or six rocks to every eight of theirs but also a good deal because in the second, third, and fourth ends I didn't quite make my last shot. I think I called the game okay, but how much ice to take for those earlier shots -- for anything but skip rocks -- is, oy, a mystery to me.
Meh. We lost this game 13-2 in six ends. The last game I called was the 4th event final at last year's Kayser when JS got sick during the semi, which we had to finish without him, and we didn't decide he wasn't able to play the final until about half an hour before. We lost that game 9 or 10 to 1 in six ends, but that? Was worse. Then, I was full of whatever comes in when all the adrenaline is gone, and I couldn't stop crying ("somebody sedate me!"). About tonight, I am sanguine, even cheerful. So, hurrah.
In other news, my Bravissimo package arrived. Hooray! Let us hope that the next time I need to buy new bras is some time from now. And that it's because things will have worn out, and not because the size has changed again, because listen, it's not like I've had an easy time finding a good fit recently, but any smaller of a band size and I'll be even more screwed.