Chlorine Withdrawal

Today, come 7:05 a.m., I had officially been out of the water for twenty four hours. I was going crazy! Yesterday I watched the soccer game, and that made me long for soccer and land sports again (kind of "Nostalgia in Yellow Socks" revisited). It was even worse because I had been deprived of my yellow ball sport for the day. To deepen the depression, I found out that we focused on the sort of stuff I LOVE at practice yesterday. There was a separate set/hole-d practice and then--then, we practiced screening and picks. That's like, the best part ever! They named the play while I was gone, too. The cross-screen (I'm not going to explain it) is now called "Rainbows and Ponies". Thus shall it be called in games, and thus it shall be carried out. I lugged my water polo ball around with me all morning to console myself. I couldn't join in the post-practice dry-land workout either, because of my knees. I'm just having issues right now. And Tman, water polo does not suck, and it shows how far your arguments against it have fallen that you've resorted to prejudiced comments with no support. Therefore, come the beginning of the season next year, you are hereby banned from disuading impressionable freshmen and/or sophmores unless you can give valid, non-exclusionary evidence (meaning if you argue that it makes it so you can't swim, you can mention Paul, but you must also mention Lelani; be fair). That's really the only reason I hate you dissing on it. Right now, I couldn't care less. At the beginning of the season is when I hate it. Don't be stupid next season, or I'll have to attack your personal credibility.

Wow. Now I just sound ornery. I blame it on lack of chlorine! I'm sorry!