Getting very nervous for our rematch against Lancaster tonight. Ugh. I always get this horrible rush of nervousness before a game. This has been something that afflicts me ever since I started playing sports at the age of 7. I get all nervous and fidgety as the day goes on, can't eat (which may not be a bad thing) and just generally feel like I'm going to pass out. Then when I get onto the ice, soccer field, etc. I'm fine. It's even worse today since I missed clinic on Saturday to babysit Addyson. God only knows where I'll be playing tonight. Last time Steve put me in at forward! Wouldn't be so bad if that was the position I actually practice. I hope John keeps me on left defense.

I thought maybe my obit story would be on the website today. Probably for the best it isn't. I can usually tell when I have something good handed over to Scott, my city editor. It just feels right. Last night my story felt all wrong. Scott said it was o.k., but I don't know. It just didn't feel good. I'm ready to get back into soccer season again. Hopefully Chris will send me out to cover more games. I also think I have him convinced to let me do a featury type of piece on one of the local league baseball players.

Bob leaves for Ireland tomorrow. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm worried. With the escalation of everything going on with Iraq, there is a very strong possibility him and his friends could get stuck in Ireland. There are worse places he could be. We talked about it Friday at Denny's. Just me being weird.
I don't know. There's a lot we need to talk about.

The salve to heal my broken Dukie heart. Ah yes, those freaking turtles got stomped on my Virginia. I love it. I just love it.

Man I love March Madness.