Wow. Okay. So lets put aside the fact that I jsut spent a half an hour looking up old news articles about my old school, Oakton and get onto something that actually made me vomit in my mouth a little.
Mike Pinto, supposedly the greatest coach in Oakton history (and the guy who may or may not be the reason I needed surgery) stepped down from coaching last season. Who replaced him for this season??? BILL FUCKING FRATTO.
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Fucking COBHEAD! The jag off, incompetant assistant coach we used to give shit to all practice long. The guy who DID NOT hide those ugly ass hair plugs - hence his nickname. The guy who pulled me aside from practice one day to tell me how much he wanted to see me in more games because he 'liked my game.' He would vow, as if it was some sort of travesty that I didn't start, to talk to the head coach about me - something I never asked for or wanted. This guy never made it apparent that he had ever even SEEN a baseball game in his life... and he had just been named coach of the year...
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Four years in a row for Oakton with the coach of the year... Both coaches I played for and both coaches were NOT COACH OF THE YEAR.
I'm curious as to what the criteria is for 'earning' coach of the year. Is it for the man who shows the least amount of coaching know-how? Or is it for the coach who, in private, goes on tirades about how hard work should be rewarded but on game day rewards the meat heads who pump themselves with steroids despite their never showing up to practice on time?
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Hell. Maybe its just for the coach with the least amount of natural hair. Pinto had the ugliest rug I've ever seen, and Cobhead was... well a cobhead!
I've been thinking about my first year of college a lot lately for reasons I can't quite pin down. Perhaps I'm reflecting on my newly finished first year of 'real' college and that is making me think back on my actual first year two years ago. I don't know. Maybe its just that I have finally started throwing a baseball again and I'm thinking back to the last time I threw without pain (which actually I still am having pain while doing - more in a second). I was impressive defensively at Oakton and was damn proud of that fact too. I guess it jsut boils down to the fact that I still periodically live in the past... Hell, recently I've been thinking about Erin in ways I haven't thought in a long time and I can't begin to describe how much kills me. Things are so good with Vicky and here I am, thinking about Erin. Don't get me wrong, I'm not having thoughts that would ever lead anywhere, but its just the fact that I'm having ANY thoughts in the first place that bothers me. Anyway, back to how I've been thinking back to '03-'04 recently. It was such a weird time for me and it was a time that had a very distinct
feel to it. I've
talked about it before, but the 'feelings' I get over a period in time have such a powerful impact on me that I can't help but ramble on and on about them for pages at a time.
Okay. Time to stop going back into this blog and searching for links to previous posts. I need sleep. I need to get the past out of my head. I need to hold Vicky's hand real soon.
Now Playing: American Analog Set - "Weather Report"
