Random Ramblings: The End and a Beginning

This morning I did something that I have not done in years. And it is something that I want to do more of but I just have not found the right person.

That did not come out right. This morning I rediscovered one of my favorite things, playing racquetball. I started playing with some of the guys at my last job but when I quit I didn't play again. The hardest thing is to find someone to play with. I could play with Kristy but then we would have to find someone to watch Logan and we usually forget and we end up not playing. Then I discovered a guy in my ward that used to play. The last time that he played he dislocated his knee cap and that was years ago too.

We both were a little nervous playing. But we had a lot of fun and we matched up very well together. He took a huge lead in the first game and it was at that point where I am just playing for exercise and not for fun. But then I mounted a comeback and took the first set. Joseph easily took the second and the tiebreaker was the most tense and fun. I took a big lead but just couldn't seal the deal and he made a good comeback and tied it all up. But I ended up winning the last set and am now Champion!

So a new beginning...  ...and now an ending.

Today was also Logan's last basketball game and he went on a high note. For some reason he was really into the game and took over. He scored 18 points and must have had the same amount of rebounds. He didn't play on the floor this time either! But he did very well and is very excited to get into the advanced league next year. We stayed to watch my nephew Dax play his last game and he played very well too. I like watching Dax because he is a good defender, he is one of those defenders that can get under the skin of whoever he is covering.

After the game Logan got his certificate and it was funny to see that former Jazz head coach Jerry Sloan has signed it. End of an era there.

Junior Jazz

It's funny. I didn't think that Logan would like basketball as much as he did soccer but he definitely likes playing basketball more.

So why is that funny?

Well, I thought his soccer coach was heads and tails better than his current lazy basketball coach. His coach last year taught him a lot and talked with him and us many, many times. But Logan just didn't get into soccer as much as he has gotten into basketball. But Logan's basketball coach (and I am really biting my tongue here) as probably said no more than three words to Logan and less to us. He doesn't seem very excited to coach and to be with the kids. If I had known that, Kristy and I would have coached. I don't want to seem cocky or toot my own horn (but I am) the kids would have learned much, much more with us coaching. We would at least would like to be with the kids and to share their enthusiasm.

But enough of me bootching and moaning about our current crappy coach. At least Logan is having fun and he does seem to improve all on his own.

One of the more annoying aspects of Logan and his "skills" is that he plays basketball on the floor.

Logan also likes to incorporate ballet when he plays.

At least Logan wants the ball.

He is a pretty good rebounder... ...when he wants to be.

Logan walked up the court after he scored like he has done it thousands of times before. What a showboat! ;)

I love pictures like this. Only a few kids are interested that Logan has the ball.

This shot does go in. He certainly has quite the arc.

We have noticed that Logan has a kick to him when he shoots.

Logan does enjoy basketball and I am sure he will play next year. Hopefully Kristy and I will have a better time next year than we did this year.

Happy Birthday Josh!

Day 322

What a lame post yesterday. I did have a lot of fun winning all those games against Eric and there is nothing like racking up 514 rushing yards against him. But I feel like I have reached a low in my roller coaster. I get like this sometimes (it would be interesting to check back on my blog and see if maybe I am cyclic) where I just feel blah.

So today I plan on reading some comics and drinking some Dew. I think it is time to re-read my collection of X-Men comics starting with this huge hardcover.

I think I might be a little nervous for tomorrow too. And surprisingly this has nothing to do with the big Jets/Patriots game that I get to watch (even though that makes a little nervous/excited too) but I am anxious to see what happens at Church tomorrow. I just might get released from my current calling which means I soon might have another calling. Our small little choir is singing tomorrow too and my ace-in-the-hole won't be there to help me get through it. There is this kind lady in the ward that sings tenor with me because we don't have enough guys and she is out of town this weekend. I have this ugly gut feeling that I will be the only tenor there. We have practice here in a few hours and I hope I can catch my parts.

Yesterday was my cousin Josh's birthday and I totally forgot to blog about it. I told myself that I would blog about my fellow blogger's birthdays (no other family members get that privilege embarrassment) and I totally skipped out.

I don't have many pictures of my cousin Josh. But Jeremy sent me this pic while I was on my LDS mission in New York.

Jeremy wrote this on the back. I think it is okay to reveal this now.

It is how I will always remember Josh.

I have many fond memories of my cousin Josh. He was just as into Star Wars as Jeremy and he loved video games. I remember spending hours playing the old Atari basketball game, the Nintendo Ten Yard Fight game and getting so competitive and hating each other.

Ahhh.... good times. We didn't just play video games either, I also remember the highly competitive basketball games in the driveway at Greeley.

Josh also served an LDS Mission around the same time only he was on the West Coast while I took the East Coast. He served in Los Angeles and in the hood.

Like I said, I don't have many pictures of Josh. This was taken at the SLC airport when I flew out to New York. I guess he looks sad since he had to go to the West Coast instead of the East. I guess that makes you Tupac and me Biggie.

Happy Birthday Josh!*

*better late than never right?