December 02, 2013

Of Christmas and Mexican Food

Cyber Monday nearly drove me bat crap crazy tonight. The NFL shop is evidently having HUGE sales. Ugh.

I hope to have ALL my shopping finished in the next 10 days. I intend to enjoy this Christmas.

Bones is performing at the Candlelight Processional at Epcot and unbeknownst to me, this is a big frickin' deal. I called for a dinner package and was told they were sold out.

The website said I could make reservations 180 days in advance. ARGH!

I had no idea.

So if you want to get hold of me on Dec 21, it appears I'll be spending the day waiting in a line...


One of the women I work with, an engineer, has a 14 year old daughter. Her daughter begged her to coach their Basketball team... they needed a coach.

I cannot convey to you how dang funny it is that this woman is coaching basketball. It's a small Christian middle school. Evidently coaches are hard to come by, but all these little girls wanted to play.

This friend of mine knows as much about basketball as I do... which is NOTHING.

So the other day at work she was telling us that they have TWO plays. They've perfected one, are pretty good at the other, and in their back pocket, in an act of sheer desperation, there is a third play that they can SOMETIMES pull off.

If she wants the one play, the perfected play, it is the Mexican Food play. She yells any Mexican Food from the sidelines and the girls know what it is.

The other is name a State.

Evidently, halfway through the last game, one of the girls came up to her and said, 'What... is that name of the other play?" to which my friend said, "A state. I'll name a State."

So she stands on the sidelines yelling things like "TACO!" or "BURRITO!"

She said two games ago, the opposing coach started to yell things from his sidelines like, "Avocado!"

I cannot quit laughing. Sometimes when she comes into work, someone will yell, "Enchilada!"

Needless to say, it has not been a winning season... but the girls have had a GREAT time.

Posted by Boudicca at December 2, 2013 11:04 PM

LOL - OMG I can not imagine coaching a sport. Good for her and too hilarious on the way to call a play!

Posted by: Teresa at December 3, 2013 11:08 AM

What is this whole "having a coach" bit?

In fourth grade we were shipped to the JrHi on Saturdays to play basketball. The first two weeks, the JrHi gym teachers taught us the rudiments of basketball including the zone defense.

The third and following weeks we played games against other classes, both from our elementary school and others in the area. Other than the initial instruction by the gym teachers, I don't remember any coaches during our play.

It didn't go too badly as by requiring us to play zone and pass, it kept us from running around like a mob on the court. I got pretty good at lay ups.

Thinking back now, I probably met several of my friends from JrHi at that time, even though I don't remember meeting them. Just a bunch of skinny boys wearing white t-shirts with their school name and team names written on the them using marking pens. (Not very high tech.)

I don't remember anyone having professionally printed team shirts. In fact, it may have been one of the requirements imposed by the gym teachers to keep it uniform.

I suspect that my "team" shirt joined others as a dust rag, otherwise it would have shown up as a birthday or Christmas gift in the years my folks were cleaning out their house before they moved to the condo.


And coaching ... that would have been the six years I hosted/coached the middle school ski club, including teaching several students to ski. I must have been crazy. That will teach me to ask "who is doing it this year?"

Posted by: The Thomas at December 3, 2013 10:50 PM

Teresa- No way could I coach. At all. Let alone think of something fun like a Mexican play.

Thomas- You have to have a coach for middle school sports. You can just go out and play as a group. And you'd be amazed how many kids do NOT have gym in middle school anymore.

Posted by: Bou at December 4, 2013 11:29 PM

Where I live, you have to take gym unless you can show that you have been in marching band for all your years. And it can't be JV marching band as they don't march enough.

I had gym every semester from 7th through 9th and was only able to get out of it in 10th through 12th by breaking my elbow bad enough that the gym teachers wouldn't take me. That ruined my violin playing too as it was the bow arm.

Posted by: The Thomas at December 4, 2013 11:45 PM

Oh heavens! Reminds me of my college days and playing intramural basketball with The Business Club. I was the only one who had ever played basketball, and I stopped playing in 9th grade. I think we actually scored points in one game. The one thing I'm proud of is we made one of the referees (who was on the men's basketball team) actually smile. He never smiled, no one on campus could ever remember him smiling, and we had him bending over laughing til he cried. We felt good about that.

Posted by: Tina at December 7, 2013 09:36 PM