Fear of a Gold Hat

Faithful readers will note that it is the time of year when the author's mind turns to football. Yeah, yeah, the NFL season opens tonight. But I'm talking about something more real. Something more within the true sphere of my existence. Don't get me wrong. I love Sundays in the Fall. I love pro football. I love Saturdays in the Fall. I love NCAA football. I'll be happily wolfing down overpriced hotdogs as I watch the Tigers battle the Ole Miss Rebels at Faurot Field this weekend. But what I am really jacked up about is Powder Puff football.

Coach B and I are chomping at the bit, more than ready to defend our crown as coaches of the 05 champion Gold Team at our school. Sadly, our nemeses of the past two years, the pair of coaches against whom we are 1-1, have bowed out of the game. The rubber match will not be played. Coach B and I suspect it is fear of the Gold Team juggernaut that has made the decision for our honorable enemies, but they contend that they have "too many other obligations at the present time." Whatever. Instead, we face a new pair of foes. A pair culled from the few willing volunteers not three hours before the first informational meeting. It will be a shame taking it to a couple of rookies, but bragging rights are on the line, and, even though I truly believe that the way you conduct yourself on the field, rather than the final score, determines wether you are a winner or a loser, being the one with the most points at the end of the game TOTALLY beats getting your ass handed to you. Trust me, I have done a comparative study, and one is WAY better than the other.

In other news, I went to school splintless today, and except for some stiffness and a little soreness, I had an okay time of it. I still favor the finger, but I should be as good as new (though slightly crooked) in no time.

Now, it's time to start game planning!