Great Times

The above picture is my son and myself on the Banker's Life Fieldhouse floor. It's where the Pacers play and it's when we played New Albany this past season.

To share that experience with my son is amazing.

Below is his look in a team picture after losing in the championship round of a 12 team tournament.
His team had to play four games that day and he and another kid can't really come out much, so he was exhausted by the end of the day.

Runner up in a tourney like that isn't too bad, but he's not impressed with it.

Losing is OK...I don't teach my kids to win at all costs, but to compete and give it everything you have no matter the result, so I am OK with losing; I guess.

I'm not OK with being OK with losing and I hope the look in my son's eyes face never changes after losing.

North Dakota and Canada

Recently, Brandon and I were fortunate to fly up to Minot, North Dakota to watch my friend, Matt Murken's team play.

Matt was the head coach of the team I went with AIA to Kenya with and we formed a friendship.

We watched a couple of practices, Brandon got to shoot in their facilities, we went bowling, out to eat and an excursion across the border into Canada and got to see snow...a lot of it.

It was Brandon's first flights and was a fun experience.

Silver Creek v. New Albany

This past weekend, we got to head up to Banker's Life and play New Albany, a local rival.  They have Romeo Langford who is one of the top recruits in his class. It was a special day, though we lost.

Brandon with Romeo

Our team with Bobby Plump and SC legend Steve Green

Brandon with SC Legend and Bob Knight first recruit and former Pacer Steve Green

Coach Hoffman with me behind him

Trying to get someone into the right position

Tunnel before running out

Great program to be part of

I Never Wanna Forget

So here are the words of what happened after the March 2 tornado in 2012.

I dealt with a lot of PTSD after that and it felt like I had an open wound on my mind.

I know that sounds weird, but it really felt like when you had a skinned knee and it was exposed.

And as time progressed, I could almost feel a scab forming over that wound and then eventually it healed all the way.

But still...there are moments when an old wound gets hit that you are reminded of that open wound.

That's how I would explain it.

Sounds weird.

Don't know how to explain it any other way.

So there you have it.

Sick

I've been sick.

I had the 24 hour stomach virus from Saturday morning until...well, now on Monday.

I still don't feel well.

It's funny how you can not feel well, but you are really sick you just want to feel like you normally do.

I have a lot of respect for people who are ill and continue on with their lives.

I can't.

I guess I would if I had no other choice, but when I feel like this, I really can't do much of anything.

It sucks.

I'm Tired

I'm at a loss for words.

I know that those who really know me know that I talk too much, but I really am at a loss for words.

The hypocrisy of society and what they will support as long as their is the correct political label by a name is mind numbing to me.

Watching good people take the fall for something they really don't deserve is mind numbing to me.

Watching life taken away in the whisp of a second is mind numbing to me.

Being surrounded by so many people who have no depth to their lives is mind numbing to me.

When I am talking depth, I am speaking of how they speak a certain set of ideals, but live differently. And I get it...it's hard to do.

I am surrounded by so many angry and sad people living in a country that has so much "stuff".

But maybe it's me.

Maybe I'm the angry and sad person.

I believe there is a difference in happiness and joy...and lately my joy has been lessened as I watch and read how cruel and rude human beings are to each other.

I'm tired.

I do have my hope in Christ still, so I know....

It's gonna be ok.