Nah, we aint talking about a game. Not a game. We talking about practice. Not a game. We talking about practice. You would think an aspiring coach would love to go to practice and teach kids, but for me that's not the case... well at least not. I'm stuck in that weird phase where I want to be mature about everything, work all the time to put myself in a good place financially and career wise, and drink margaritas till I pass out and wonder where my life went all wrong. Don't get me wrong, when I'm out there practicing I get so into it I don't even realize it. But I don't know if my testosterone is declining or what but my will to do anything productive is near extinction.I think its the curse of the mid twenties where you are too old to do kid stuff, but young enough to still be dumb. I think ive come to the conclusion that I dont wanna grow up, for the shear fact that ive seen both sides and being young and dumb is way better than paying bills and stressing all the time. Eh. I guess you gotta grow up some day. But for now I'm gonna try and enjoy the best of both worlds, as well as coaching these damn kids who have the attention span of a small animal. I can't even get them to look at me in the eye while I'm talking to them with out wondering off. I guess that's part of life as a kid, I guess im just glad that ..... SQUIRREL!!! (UP movie quote).
-CHICO
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