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Multi-Ball!

I thought that I would make use of this post and get a couple of different things into it.

First off, here is a picture that was captured at one of our home games, I’m assuming it was earlier in the football season as it was starting to get dark earlier at the later part of the season.  I’m pretty sure that was taken when I was running over to the whole team with the linemen after their group warm ups:

Second item on the agenda; I’ve decided to run a 5k this Saturday.  I’ve been running pretty regularly for the past couple of weeks.  The race is call the Jingle Bell run which is put together to help support the Cottage Grove Jog Club as well as a charity here in town.  Believe me, I have no intention or want to (nor believe that I could) win the race.  I’m looking for a steady pace and a finish.

Emphasis on the finish.  Luckily, I’ll be running with at least two other teachers from the high school.  Their pace is little faster than my natural gait but I can easily keep up, hopefully keep enough energy for a kick at the end.  I’ll post the results here.

Like I said, I’ve been running consistently, three miles here, four miles at other times.  I’ve ran with Jess, my mom and co-workers… and I haven’t had a bad run yet, even though I have had to scare away a couple of dogs.  As for today’s run, I couldn’t find a partner so I ventured off on my own, which was a first.   I was worried that I would lose my motivation to keep a pace and finish without stopping if I didn’t have others to pace me or compete against.  But I was wrong, I plowed through nearly four miles.  Here’s a Google Map view of today’s run:

My buddy Ricky, who is the long-distance coach for the track team, sent me a wonderful site that has helped me map out my routes and tracking what I have done.  You can find a link here.  Using Google Maps, it allows me to click out my path, giving me mileage counts and even elevation.  As well, I can save my routes for later use or look up other saved routes to give me a variety of runs.

Ricky also gave me an immense spread sheet that charts absolutely everything.  Mileage, Year-to-Date mileage, Life-to-Date Mileage, average pace, heart rate, how far I’ve ran in a particular pair of shoes and even tracking my progress to the moon or around the world.  Twenty-eight miles down.  Hopefully, I will be diligent and keep track of my progress.

To help me do so, even when I’m away from my spreadsheet I’ve added the WPss plugin to Box of Whine.  This allows me to intergrate spreadsheets into this site.  If you haven’t notice, there is a new section to the top of the post and to the side that says “Running Log”.  Here, you can see my progress, when I’ve done well, when I’ve slacked.  This is just a parred down version of Ricky’s spreadsheet, but nonetheless, it helps me track and I can add to it from any computer with internet access.

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Giant Killer Killers

Most points ever given up by the Beavers…. what a shame!

Take a knee…

The 2008 Football season came to a close for the Cottage Grove Lions in Sisters on Halloween night. Our team pulled through and sealed a victory over the Outlaws 30-26. It was a stereotypical ‘nail-biter’ and a defensive struggle. Despite the win over the once great Outlaws, we were relegated to finishing out of the playoff bracket. It has always been hard implementing a new system and this is one of the consequences. Not that we should have finished this early, I think that, as a team, we could have been destined for at least one playoff trip, if not more. But that is one of the downsides to coaching, there is only so much you can do and none of it you have any direct control over. To cap it off, this was my first group of players that I have coached since they were Freshmen. It is been a rewarding experience to see them change both athletically but also in their personalities.

I’m definitely torn. I love football and I love coaching it, hanging out with the players and the coaches is a major benefit. On the other hand, I am very pleased to get back to my workout routine that has been just slightly above nonexistent. I’ll get home a little earlier, see Jess a little more, and be able to take my time and relax, if only for a little bit during the day. I’ll be happy to get home, maybe read a little more… who knows, we’ll see.

Faster than I can comprehend, I’m sure spring practices will be here and I’ll be in the swing of it all again.

The University of Scallop Burritos

…is who came to play against the USC Trojans this past weekend.  My dad and I flew down to see the game and hang out with his friend Jerry.  I was surprised that the USC fans were so polite, we were only booed once and it was actually in fairly good taste (as good as booing can be).  I expected a little more than what we saw.  The USC campus was very nice and equally as large.  What I liked was that as we walked around campus, people were tailgating all over, it showed a lot of community support as well as tie in with the university.The game was a mangled head up of spread offense.  The worst part wasn’t that we lost, rather, that we had that glimmer of hope that came with the first touchdown.  After that it was that nauseating repetitious beating of the ducks.

To ease our pain, we filled out bellies.  We were frequent patrons at Senior Fish, often, I found myself knee-deep in Scallop a scallop burrito.  They had the most fantastic salsas, there is a chance I might try to replicate the fresh salsa, it was so good I could have eaten it solo by the spoonful. Don’t get me wrong, the scallop is one tasty bivalve.

Other than watching our beloved ducks being creamed, we hung out at Jerry’s sipping fine Mexican importsm admiring his new porch, and making crude but slightly insightful jokes.

Once back from the Portland Airport, I gathered up my few remaining things and jumped into my car to be Grove-bound only to find that my hobby-needing mother had plastered, hid, tucked, wrapped, and nestled a something that had to do with USC throughout my car.  In my gum, on my blood donation key chain, on my side mirror, between seats… and there are still more to find I am sure.  As she states it, that was payback for the many trips to restaurants where I semi-steal a spoon, apples, toothpicks, crayons, or honey packet and drop them into her purse.  For some reason, she never finds the hidden goodies until she is out of state teaching a class.  I just want her to be prepared.  That aside, at 11pm on Sunday, I was safely back in the Grove, another weekend gone, but wisely utilized.

Sorry, the quality isn’t fantastic, it’s a cellphone camera, what do you expect?

Hit Cruise Control and Rubbed My Eyes

My nose the texture of a lightly smoked beef jerky and the tops of my knees the same color of pink as that of a jumper of a newborn baby girl. Every time I scrunch my face, it feels like crinkled up paper.

Ah, the start of summer.

Officially, the first day of my summer was last Friday, but I was knee-deep in the football camp we were running.

However, my burnt exterior didn’t come from that. That was yesterday, at Heidi’s (my sister-in-law) graduation at OSU. Held in The Salsa Bowl (aka Reeser Stadium) the sun came out in full force. Now I wince when my shorts rub over my knees.

This was Jess’s first full year of teaching, while she says that she is happy that the year is over, I think that she secretly misses her kindergarteners.

At my high school, on the last day for the seniors, a group of three seniors got into my room (with help, I’m sure) and covered the walls with tinfoil. As well, they stacked all of the desk and chairs… covering them in tinfoil as well. On top of the tinfoil, there was a healthy layer of silly string.

The worst part of the prank was not the clean up. What leaves me raw is that they got the idea from me. Further proof that I need to keep my mouth closed.

But don’t worry, dear reader, I got them back. Those same pranksters invited me to their graduation parties. I was happy to go. I brought them each a gift card; of course, each card was encased in two hundred feet of tinfoil. Each card felt like it weighed five pounds. I was lucky enough to watch one of the pranksters unwrap this card, it took him at least of ten minutes.

It was all good fun. The prank was in good taste and I actually took it as a sign of respect… as well, revenge is always fun.

On the docket for this summer:
-Newfoundland
-Anniversary
-Football

I hope this old train breaks down then I could take a walk around

Granted, yes, it has been a long time since I’ve posted… June I think. I’ve been busy, I’m sure you’ve found a way to cope and stagger through life without your fix of my mediocrity… or so I hope.

Here are the highlights:
Jess is a kindergarten teacher, right before we left for Newfoundland she was hired in my school district. She works about a little down road from me. So far she loves it. She definitely gets more interesting stories; my stories always end, “so they were suspended.” Where as, she has creative endings like, “…and we had to tell them why that word isn’t ok to say,” or “…then we had to pull them off of the fence.” She has a good staff and a good principal; I think she likes it a lot better than getting called at six in the morning to find out if you can sub.

In sports related news: One of the reasons I have been so busy is football, but it is a good kind of busy. Right after school let out for the summer I went down to Ashland with our football team to attend the Southern Oregon University football camp. It was five days of football, dorm food, and well, more football. It was fun, although I didn’t get to sleep much. It was a good time to hang out with a lot of the players and get to know them more as well as learn some new information.

Since we’re knee deep into football season, I’ll give you the run down. Out of our seven games, we’ve lost three, but all three were to highly ranked teams such as Marist (#1) and Scappoose (#2) and Sherwood (5A #1), which is a huge improvement over last year. We’ve been called a sleep team and people have said that there are teams that don’t want to line up against us because we give them a good thrashing. In all likelihood we’re playoff bound which is good for this school seeing as they haven’t been there in a long time. We’re putting up some good numbers and we’ve got some good kids… hopefully that’s the right equation for a trip to play on Decemeber 9th.

My work is good, at first it was a fight to get me going but that’s just coming off of a summer. I’m glad to be back, but between it and football, my time at home is pretty scarce. Thankfully, I have an understanding wife. I just finished up my parent-teacher conferences for the fall term, which meant I was at school from 7 in the morning until 8 at night, which is only about an hour and a half longer than I am usually here.

Moose is still getting bigger yet his coordination has still stayed the same. He’s still the lap dog that he was on the day we brought him home.

I’ll try to update more regularly, but no promises.

I bet I’d move on over a little farther down the line

If I had waited until tomorrow, it would have been a whole month since the last time I posted, but I’ve never been one to leave something that neat. As well, it’s the sanctified birthday of our buddy, our pal, Greg Miller. I’m sure we’ll all give a synchronized finger wag to that.March and April (or Mapril, as I like to call it) has been busy with baseball and work. Fortunately, the Grove’s very own JV baseball team has turned their season around, cracking the .500 barrier with their win over Pleasant Hill. On the year, we’re 7-6, in the Sky Em league, we’re 6-0. We usually put up our ten-plus points by the third inning and wait through the fifth inning to let the ten run rule take effect. Today we take on the LaPine Hawks, hopefully, we can send them back on a three hour sour bus ride.

This weekend, I’ll be at the U of O football coaching camp with the other coaches. We’ll get to see the likes of Mike Bellotti and Nick Aliotti, but I’m sure that they will be behind velvet ropes with security guards and cameras.

Other than that, 40 days left in the school year. Nobody counts down like teachers do.

 

Grey days rolling, Then you’ll see him

On the days when it hasn’t rained, or at least, wasn’t raining too much, the Grove’s two baseball teams have sprinted onto the ol’ diamond ball field to swing the pine to round out 7 innings with a mark scratched into the win column. Well, the pine was swung, but the end result has yet to be a mark in any column that wasn’t labeled loss.

The JV team’s first game(s) took place at a double-header in Philomath. With narrow losses coming at 5-3 and 6-3. Yesterday, we rode out to the metropolitan setting of Lowell, where we went down 13-8.

Yesterday’s loss was the most disheartening. At the start of the game, we came close to going through our line-up at our first at bat. We came away with four runs. Thus starts the Grove’s athletics dance, where you start off doing the Fox Trot and end up finding yourself on a slow waltz. That waltz crescendo at the third inning when we had 12 runs placed against us. Yeah, 12. I can’t even spell it out, it was so shocking. But wait, late in the fifth inning, something clicked in the dug-out (which was literally four feet from the first baseline), kids started hooting and hollering, giving out all sorts of encouragement. Then like a lightning bolt from Zeus, four more runs for the Grove. Now it’s 8-13, only one out. With bases loaded, our power-hitter takes his position at the plate. First pitch, low and outside, ball. Our runner at third makes a movement, hoping for a poorly thrown pick from the catcher, our runner sneaks back to third. Bases still loaded. Second pitch, right up the middle but low, ball two. The umpire stands up, walks to the mound, and throws up his hands… is it a balk? Do we get a run because the pitcher moved his shoulders? Are we going to be one solid hit away from a win?

…but there is no joy in Mudville —
mighty Cottage Grove was rained out.

Drop off the Key, Lee… Set Yourself Free

Not much to report, been kind of a slow news week. But I’ll give it a shot:

-Went to the Oregon vs. UCLA Basketball game, I forgot how much I love Mac Court. I still think it would be a shame to replace it. In the spirit of U of O athletics, they lost in the remaining minute of the game. Regardless, I had a good time with Dad and Meg.

-Near the End of next month, I will be on my way down to Reno for a Football Coaches Conference; I’ll be specializing on the defensive line. I’ll be down there for two nights, myself and about 8 other coaches are riding down for the 9+ hour drive (reminiscent of the 10+ hour drive to San Francisco).

-I am still getting up every morning and am at the high school weight room by 6:30.

-Heading to the ‘Burn this weekend, haven’t been home since the holiday season.

-Half way though the school year, counting down the days. I think teachers are giddier about the end of the school year than the kids. Or at least I am.

Not much else happening, I’ll keep your briefed on all the mundane details.

Make sure to wear some flowers in your hair?

I’ve been neglectful, I know… enough with the feigned guilt. The bad thing about putting off posting in one’s blog is that by the time that they actually feel they should blog, there is far too much to blog with.

Over the past month and half, there has been a lot that has been going on. The split-Christmas was an entirely new adventure, but a good one. We had a good time at my parents’ place and a good time at Jess’ place, although, I must admit I did leave the Hanson ranch rather disappointed. There was something seriously missing on my Christmas morning. You might assume that I am referring to my family… well, factually, you’d be correct, but I’m talking about the snow. My first Christmas in Bend and it was a chilling fifty-six degrees. What a rip-off.

Thanks to our stay at the Hanson ranch, Moose has become quite the ranch-hound. Riding in trucks, sleeping on hay bales, sleeping outside all night, wrangling and branding cattle. I swear that the pup never knew that we weren’t around him. He had a blast running around with one of the Hanson rottweilers, Chloe. This isn’t to say that Moose had a bad time at my folks’ home, quite the contrary, I’m sure he had a blast ripping down my mom’s Christmas lights or sampling the ornaments from the Christmas tree.

While Christmas was good, the real treat was the surprise that my mom and I cooked up for my dad. My mom had bought my dad a Grateful Dead t-shirt, book, and all sorts of over-price “fogey” souvenirs, and on Christmas, my dad finally guessed that he and I were going to San Francisco for a Phil Lesh and John Mayer concert. My dad was thrilled at the surprise.

The only problem with the trip was that it was all fake. Sitting in the Portland Airport “on our way” to San Francisco, my mom and I disclosed that my dad was actually going to the Holiday Bowl to watch the Ducks take on (and eventually lose to on a stupidly thrown red-zone pass) the Oklahoma Sooners in San Diego. Dad was even more thrilled, especially since he had convinced himself that getting tickets were impossible.

Well, he was close to being right, although that requires a whole other update that includes, Ticketmaster, UPS, and driving an hour only a couple of hours before flying south.

Ever since my dad found out about the actual trip, he mentioned a couple of times on how he should call his best friend Jerry in L.A. and see if he could hang out. I told my dad that, regrettably, that I didn’t even think about calling Jerry. Once at the motel, my dad and I had a delightful dinner consisting of nachos, potato skins, buffalo wings, and a varied mix of corona and bud light.

The next morning at exactly eight, I awoke to find a newspaper being shook back and forth under the door. I open the door, retrieve the paper and in walks my dad’s friend Jerry. My dad, still in bed, does a double take and then makes various comments, which are not suitable for the varied ages and mixed company of the Box of Whine readers. But I’ll translate:

Jerry: Hey Buddy!
Dad: What the feather duster?
Jerry: I drive all this way, and you use that kind of language?
Dad turning to me: you baroque symphony.

I know, two big tricks in two days, not very nice. But yes, I arranged for Jerry to show up. We then proceeded to head Mexico, Tecate to be exact (yes, like the beer), where we walked around for a couple of hours enjoying Mexican beer, fish tacos, and buying tequila. Fun time had by all.

After our little jaunt in Mexico, it was game time. Dad and I got to the Holiday bowl game early, which was good planning on our part. There were so many different things going on, it was really interesting. Not to mention, the Navy skydivers, the fireworks, and of course, the F-18 Hornet fly over. Overall, it was a great game, but of course (here comes the typical duck fan line) the ducks didn’t play as good as the could have and ended up loosing in the last minute. Regardless of the bad throw coupled with the bad play call, it was purely awesome.

Enjoy these photos from our trip: