Could it be so..?

That sport is over everyone! We finished a strong 8-6, robbed in 3 of those losses.

We ended tonight after a week of driving all over California.

Today it started with a large rush through our high school lake, and ended with an off road experience and a high school van bath (*yet only for those who experienced those particular literal events). The absolute bottom of the barrel, much improved, Dos Palos Broncos went down with only 2 points in the first half, and a mere eleven points in total. Ten of 12 Chowchillians scored fifty-two points all together.

With a long slow game to enjoy one last time together, the little team is over!

I shall not coach another one of these Chow groups, and closure has come.

The muzzle is off, and the brain is loose. FREEDOM!

Praise You Almighty, BOOYA!

So, I've decided my team gift this year is a cd mix of hilarity and nostalgia. That'll be good, and nice.

And now the Sanfords drive to LV, Nevada!

The Sanford padres are all settled into the Boardwalk hotel, and we shall meet, wine and dine with them commencing tomorrow morning at 6:00 A.M.

Bocifus Elaine Sanford will spend time at a dog resort in Fresno, and will no doubt enjoy communion with some new canine friends. And no, that's not his middle name really, ha, HA!

In celebratory style, I have appled and strawberried my way to the computer while Vegas packing toils in the laudry closet. -previous sentence to be comprehendable soley by my brain I suppose :)

I'm thinking of my family and the world of basketball.

Two weeks ago I missed an old folks alumni game in which I received a sweetness of a black Nike Lady Jackets tshirt from Brook Mavis, Sr. not the Jr. It's been a good time in the Chow program, much gratitude to all I learned on that DC team.

And so, I have finally read some blogs and written words here...shortly now I'm off to a midnight packing without a diagram ;)

Mike, I like that poem that begins Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees; Who is S. T. Coleridge?

Can't wait to catch the Zebra tales, yum yum chop.

And to all a good night, I shall call you with Vegas excitement in the days to come!

p.s. Justin, even though Aussie world may be off for now, thinking of you, I took a stand on a painted drawing of it at our game tonight. We played at an elementary school, and our pregame meeting was outside stretching upon a world map.

Many of my players oddly sprinted to Africa yelling, "No, I get Africa, get off of Africa, that's the one I'm going to stretch on." And I proceeded to the neglected scuffy, Australian, concrete slab, and gave my pregame talk.