Coachean Life

I’ve managed to move my brain so far away from NDCA that it might as well not have happened. A couple of posts didn't go up, though; blogger is going through a revise again. Oy. Anyhow, I just threw them up, so to speak. I know there’s stuff I intended to talk about, but it’s out of my head now. Life has gone on, I guess. Having to make up a day at the DJ didn’t help. By the time the weekend strolled around I was zonked. It’s a good thing I’ve gone on that golf sabbatical: I just don’t have time for it anymore. Which, of course, is why I went on the sabbatical in the first place. Can say that I miss it, to tell you the truth.

The New York State Forensic League finals are this coming weekend. This is a speech event as far as I’m concerned, and the Sailor-Speechos looked mostly ready to me. I will not accompany them; they have their own coach, KS, to attend to their every need. I’m just hoping they return triumphant.

I should get back into working on the cur this week. The Sailors (debater quadrant) have met with the principal to work out details of recruitment at the middle school, and with any luck, they won’t scare too many people away, and we can start rebuilding next year. It would help if I had something to train them with. I could train LDers till the cows come home, except the cows came home a number of years ago and I’m now totally at sea once we get past novices. I am going to have to get into more PF rounds and actually watch things go down, though. I learned everything I knew about LD by judging; tabbing doesn’t train one comparably. I’ll just hand myself a ballot now and then so I don’t get too lost.

The season won’t be officially over until Bean Trivia, which will transpire a week from this Wednesday. I’ve got a couple of new categories (“Which one doesn’t belong and why,” and “Your Mother Should Know”) that I’m looking forward to. Plus there’s some old standbys (how could I now do it without a category called “Obligatory Disney Category”?). O’C seems to be on the line for Ask Cruz lifelines; I’ll see if Kate can do it as well. I’d love to have a lifeline called “Are You Feeling Lucky, Punk” where someone Googles the answer using only the feeling lucky button (we did that my last RR at Lex). Unfortunately there’s no wireless at the Hud de la Hen. So it goes. I’m torn between the top prize of either a gigantic foam thumb or a leftover bag of dirty laundry from last year’s Bump lost and found. Decisions, decisions, decisions.