The Game

Today is The Game. I am blogging before hand to spare anyone a torrent of foul language if we lose. I am nervous, and kickoff isn't for another two and a half hours.

This week was mostly spent in anticipation of the game. Work was less productive than I would've liked, despite the fact that I wasn't twiddling my thumbs much at all. Some unforseen complications with a previous fix consumed most of my week, though I was able to finish up a small custom project in the mean time.

I trained on Tuesday evening, which was nice. I haven't been in the gym on a Tuesday in awhile, and it was good to go in and finish Seishan. Word is that we're also going to have a tournament in March, which will be the first time I've competed since 1999's State Games. Hopefully I have acquired some craftiness with age that will offset my increasing brittleness. I expect I'll compete with J's form, which is wicked cool. In fact, I got goosebumps the first time I saw it.

Thursday and Friday were both teaching nights. I fought some yesterday, and my control was all over the place. I hit one guy twice, the first time removing a bit of his knuckle skin and the second a quick hit to the side. The second was just a random leg out there, not a purposeful throw, and that made it even worse. Then I accidentally hit his little brother in the nose. I just didn't have it last night, and that's disturbing. They were game for it, which was good, but I felt pretty bad.

Outside of work and roughly 24 random blog comments, that's the bulk of the week. I am going to go destinkify myself. Enjoy the best damn band in the land this week.