don't wake me just yet
i saw a comment on facebook (yes, THAT facebook) the other day made by a fellow church member. to paraphrase the comment, it was something along the lines that they believed the church (humc) was experiencing a "reawakening". i couldn't disagree more, but i am in love with the sentiment. and that, in and of itself, is cause for celebration.
tonight, i'll be a part of the first finance committee meeting following our "celebration" (pledge card) sunday. i've been quite nervous at the thought of how the events of late last year, leading into this one will affect our bottom line and how we operate moving forward. for better or worse, several "key" (read: affluent) former members decided to tuck tail and run away from what seemed very much like a (as described here) sinking ship. far be it from me to judge what i am sure were good and completely legit reasons (wink, wink) for doing so, the fact of the matter is that we will understand the financial toll of all the turmoil concerning our hispanic "ministry", blog-gate, and the departure of yet another pastor soon enough. how we react to the financial fallout will be far more telling than how we've recently dealt with the emotional blows.
how have we dealt with the emotional blows?
as i see it, fairly admirably. so, a pastor decides to leave (and make no mistake, this IS the correct choice of words). we see it as best for both parties, have a reception and wish him well. the next week, we meet his replacement. a humble individual that downplays his accomplishments and asks us to call him "brother". hmm. that's different. we wrap our arms around the change and let it happen in a very natural and non-intrusive way. hindsight being what it is, this accidental approach probably ended up being the best one.
as the transition approached, several of our members bought into using "the first 90 days" approach with our new pastor. making he/she aware of what he/she was getting into on many different levels, the new pastor would be, theoretically, much more prepared than the previous several with a working knowledge of what's been going on versus what we want moving forward. the question i was most looking forward to being a part of was the one that we will finally tackle tonight, "the situational diagnosis" conversation. the details and sub-questions of this particular conversation are fairly fascinating, but the long and short of it is this. accurately and honestly take a physical and spiritual inventory of your (our) church. right now. not fifteen years ago. not fifteen years from now. RIGHT. NOW. and right now, back in june, i was still ready for a fight. not a fistfight, mind you, but i was still quite sensitive to us being forced into another transition in the first place, let alone all the reasons for it. and i wanted to be in a room with all of the leaders in our church and call us ALL onto the carpet. this is the bed we made. not the weeds. not former disciples council chairs. not innocent bystanders. we, our church, humc did this. now, what are we going to do to fix it?
but, in this regard, the malaise that still covers our church to some degree played the calming presence opposite my wildly swinging in the dark protagonist. had we had the conversation immediately after harris' arrival, the intended consequences probably would not have taken hold. the church had just finished an active and subconscious (both at the same time) twelve round fight. we were tired. exhausted by the experience, adrenaline was the fuel that was keeping us on our feet. we were not a congregation that was full of energy, full of zeal, recharged and ready to connect with our community. we needed rest, to come to church and worship and study and fellowship and not worry about what sunday school class was ruining the world or who was running off whom. we needed a nap, and i am not terribly sure we didn't/don't need to hibernate. maybe we have been. and maybe advent will be our spring that allows us to go about our normal business and feel like a church again.
that sounds like a reawakening.
yeah, maybe, but to me it sounds like pushing the reset button. anybody that's played a videogame and is getting their ass handed to them by the computer knows what i am talking about. you shrug your shoulders, own the loss in its moment, get up off the couch and press "reset".
in my opinion, we are not reawakening. we are re-starting. we are much closer to a church plant that just so happened to start with between 200-250 active members and a flourishing daycare. we still don't know, know what we are doing in the middle of huffman yet, but we are almost healthy enough to figure it out.
almost.
tonight's finance meeting and "first 90 days" conversation will tell more about the story than this speculative post.
i'd like to think that i am right. i'll let you know soon if i am.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
i'll mail you in
my invisible friend was giving me shit the other day...
"dude. you've been mailing it in on the blog for, like, a month now. all you're doing is linking to other's people work and adding a picture to go along with it to act like you can take some of the credit. hell, sometimes, you are posting their picture too. other times, you are just posting pictures with weak-ass captions. what is wrong with you? are you a hack now?"
first of all, screw you, invisible friend.
second of all, i have always been a relative hack.
third of all, i will count you among those that never got around to reading the fine print here on this miserable waste of ether. whether it's my destroying your soul with my mindless rambling or linking to something that i think is cool/funny or just putting up a picture, there are two and only two reasons i spend time here. a) because it makes me happy. b) at some point, my girls are going to get a hold of this and know me on some level that they didn't before mommy e-mails them this address and says, "happy birthday/merry christmas/you need this in your life right now". "that's it. that's the list (thanks, tk)".
am i naive'? of course i am, but not in the regard that i don't fully understand that i am publishing this "for all the world to see". fair or unfair, that's the part that makes my narcissistic side happy. i can rail on twitter and facebook nation (of which, now, i am a card-carrying member) all i want, but, shoot, i was vain way before it was cool and/or progressive to be vain. color me whatever color that tints me and color you late on the joke. so, what does that make me? a bastard? sure. disrespectful? at times. honest? not always. biased? predictably, yes. wrong? well, no. not really. for all the collateral "damage" some have been interested in arguing that has taken place in and because of these parts, my guess is that equal amounts of truth and good has been established too. that's just my spin, my this is my spin-full zone. this is not fair and balanced. quite the opposite.
it is what it is. (man, i am so ready for that phrase to go the way of my diseased kidney)
most of "you" didn't come here looking for this every so year reminder. most of "you" don't need it. really, it's just my invisible friend that's being a little bitch.
honestly, though, i'm the one that needs the reminder, because i am the one that stresses out every time i think about "mailing it in". if i give it enough critical thought, though, the space in between every one of these posts, whatever they end up being, will tell their own stories. the longer the pause, the more to wonder about. if i was able to do HACAM for a living and gave "you" shit umpteen times a day, it would get tired. it would feel like work. and it would be worth even less of my and your time. i'd be telling them the story, instead of letting them figure it out for themselves.
right?
rationalization 101 or the rules of my game. you decide. it doesn't really matter anyway.
"so, does this mean you're gonna start writing again soon?"
it sounds like you missed the point.
but, to answer your question, in the short term, i'll be posting the coolest picture i've seen yet of the best running back in the country.
toodles.
my invisible friend was giving me shit the other day...
"dude. you've been mailing it in on the blog for, like, a month now. all you're doing is linking to other's people work and adding a picture to go along with it to act like you can take some of the credit. hell, sometimes, you are posting their picture too. other times, you are just posting pictures with weak-ass captions. what is wrong with you? are you a hack now?"
first of all, screw you, invisible friend.
second of all, i have always been a relative hack.
third of all, i will count you among those that never got around to reading the fine print here on this miserable waste of ether. whether it's my destroying your soul with my mindless rambling or linking to something that i think is cool/funny or just putting up a picture, there are two and only two reasons i spend time here. a) because it makes me happy. b) at some point, my girls are going to get a hold of this and know me on some level that they didn't before mommy e-mails them this address and says, "happy birthday/merry christmas/you need this in your life right now". "that's it. that's the list (thanks, tk)".
am i naive'? of course i am, but not in the regard that i don't fully understand that i am publishing this "for all the world to see". fair or unfair, that's the part that makes my narcissistic side happy. i can rail on twitter and facebook nation (of which, now, i am a card-carrying member) all i want, but, shoot, i was vain way before it was cool and/or progressive to be vain. color me whatever color that tints me and color you late on the joke. so, what does that make me? a bastard? sure. disrespectful? at times. honest? not always. biased? predictably, yes. wrong? well, no. not really. for all the collateral "damage" some have been interested in arguing that has taken place in and because of these parts, my guess is that equal amounts of truth and good has been established too. that's just my spin, my this is my spin-full zone. this is not fair and balanced. quite the opposite.
it is what it is. (man, i am so ready for that phrase to go the way of my diseased kidney)
most of "you" didn't come here looking for this every so year reminder. most of "you" don't need it. really, it's just my invisible friend that's being a little bitch.
honestly, though, i'm the one that needs the reminder, because i am the one that stresses out every time i think about "mailing it in". if i give it enough critical thought, though, the space in between every one of these posts, whatever they end up being, will tell their own stories. the longer the pause, the more to wonder about. if i was able to do HACAM for a living and gave "you" shit umpteen times a day, it would get tired. it would feel like work. and it would be worth even less of my and your time. i'd be telling them the story, instead of letting them figure it out for themselves.
right?
rationalization 101 or the rules of my game. you decide. it doesn't really matter anyway.
"so, does this mean you're gonna start writing again soon?"
it sounds like you missed the point.
but, to answer your question, in the short term, i'll be posting the coolest picture i've seen yet of the best running back in the country.
toodles.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Sunday, November 01, 2009
to be published in the upcoming humc advent devotional booklet
(please forgive all the annoying capital letters)
Accepting the Special-ness of Advent.
Scripture: (from the Message) 1 Peter: 13-16 "So roll up your sleeves, put your mind in gear, be totally ready to receive the gift that's coming when Jesus arrives. Don't lazily slip back into those old grooves of evil, doing just what you feel like doing. You didn't know any better then; you do now. As obedient children, let yourselves be pulled into a way of life shaped by God's life, a life energetic and blazing with holiness. God said, "I am holy; you be holy."
Truth be told, Advent is just like every other part of the year…except that it’s not.
Each January, we promise and pledge to carry the “Christmas spirit” with us throughout the New Year. It sounds exhilarating. It sounds easy. We just celebrated the birth of our Savior. We just opened many wonderful gifts. We just spent invaluable time with our family. “Everyday will be Christmas!”, we proclaim. So, we power through another list of self-improvements with every genuine intention to make “this year” better than the last.
And then something funny happens.
Mid-January comes and we stumble over or out of our first resolution. February comes and we realize that work is no more a happy place than it ever was. We should be happy that we have a job, but we are not. March comes and we’ve already started to fast-forward our time and our lives in the hopes of that one or two weeks of summer vacation when we can get away from this world that we were so ready and willing to attack just three short months ago. The vacation isn’t as great as we wanted. It rained at the beach. We come home, and life hits in the face again. A friend or family member is sick. A loved one passes. “Why am I yelling at my children all the time?”
Truth be told, Advent is nothing like every other part of the year. As Christians, we need Advent like the bunny needs his battery. It is a season to recharge. It is the feeling of renewal. It is the promise of hope in a life made in relationship with Jesus Christ. It is special.
And that’s OK.
(please forgive all the annoying capital letters)
Accepting the Special-ness of Advent.
Scripture: (from the Message) 1 Peter: 13-16 "So roll up your sleeves, put your mind in gear, be totally ready to receive the gift that's coming when Jesus arrives. Don't lazily slip back into those old grooves of evil, doing just what you feel like doing. You didn't know any better then; you do now. As obedient children, let yourselves be pulled into a way of life shaped by God's life, a life energetic and blazing with holiness. God said, "I am holy; you be holy."
Truth be told, Advent is just like every other part of the year…except that it’s not.
Each January, we promise and pledge to carry the “Christmas spirit” with us throughout the New Year. It sounds exhilarating. It sounds easy. We just celebrated the birth of our Savior. We just opened many wonderful gifts. We just spent invaluable time with our family. “Everyday will be Christmas!”, we proclaim. So, we power through another list of self-improvements with every genuine intention to make “this year” better than the last.
And then something funny happens.
Mid-January comes and we stumble over or out of our first resolution. February comes and we realize that work is no more a happy place than it ever was. We should be happy that we have a job, but we are not. March comes and we’ve already started to fast-forward our time and our lives in the hopes of that one or two weeks of summer vacation when we can get away from this world that we were so ready and willing to attack just three short months ago. The vacation isn’t as great as we wanted. It rained at the beach. We come home, and life hits in the face again. A friend or family member is sick. A loved one passes. “Why am I yelling at my children all the time?”
Truth be told, Advent is nothing like every other part of the year. As Christians, we need Advent like the bunny needs his battery. It is a season to recharge. It is the feeling of renewal. It is the promise of hope in a life made in relationship with Jesus Christ. It is special.
And that’s OK.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
"home-churched"???
(ripping from the onion this time)
((thanks for the link, sarah))
..."when i open the Good Book and begin to preach, my kids associate all the things they learn about—the floods, the plagues, the impalings, the threat of eternal hellfire—with their daddy,"...
(ripping from the onion this time)
((thanks for the link, sarah))
..."when i open the Good Book and begin to preach, my kids associate all the things they learn about—the floods, the plagues, the impalings, the threat of eternal hellfire—with their daddy,"...
Sunday, October 25, 2009
lay, lead her
i am glad i was at the bama game yesterday. outside of the terrible piped in music that played during any significant pause in the action, yesterday was everything that you could ask for out of a college football game if your college football team ended up on the winning end of things. if i were joe tennessee fan, i would be upset with my kicker. upset with the officials that didn't call a penalty after cody ripped his helmet off. i would forget about the pass interference non-call that went "our" way late in the second quarter. and i would call bama overrated as often as i saw fit over the next two weeks and tell all my friends how lsu is going to beat "that team" in tuscaloosa in two weeks.
thank god i am not joe tennessee fan.
i am fan of the university of alabama. more specifically and less conditionally, i am a fan of the football team. the football team that lost their starting tight end during warm-ups. the football team with the defense that would have gone three consecutive games without giving up a touchdown if eric berry (props to that guy, seriously) didn't go and do what eric berry does and rip the ball from mark ingram. the football team that yesterday had terrence cody and your team didn't. the team with the fans (or at least the guy behind me yesterday) that now think any play not involving mark ingram running the ball is "stupid", "idiotic" and "we've lost our minds" all at the same time. (funny how a few heisman mentions can change one's way of thinking. silly.) the last time i went to a tennessee game, sarah and i left before the end of the fourth quarter and got home before the overtime extravaganza ended in a tide loss. yesterday left a better taste than that. the last time i was as excited at the end of a football game as i was yesterday afternoon, i was nine and looking at van tiffin's back and not fully grasping that i witnessed, in person, one of "those moments" that were going to end up in a pre-game montage. i witnessed, in person, another one of "those moments" yesterday, twenty-three years later. pretty cool stuff. i haven't had time to process it fully yet, but my morning after memories have already sketched the outline of what will be a fairly terrific painting years down the road. thanks, amy and katie. a good day. the best of friends. alabama football. a dramatic win. hear, hear.
and so, the sun brought with it a sunday morning. a sunday morning that i find myself at the store and not the church. the story will be the same next sunday too. but next sunday will have followed what will be our halloween carnival. not a "halloween carnival" or a fall festival. not some poor excuse for a party on the 25th or the 28th or some morning during next week that's not so scary because it isn't dark yet that you are throwing on some day that is not october 31st. and no one knows what to expect. isn't that the best and most terrifying feeling ever? the unknown? the uncertainty that our community could come out in droves and prove to us, once and for all, why we shouldn't have done the carnival without more support from the church on the whole. to me, it is. because for me, i want there to be 500 or more people in our parking lot next saturday night. i want us to be overwhelmed. i want us to regret our decision in as good a way as possible. i want it to be a tipping point. i want it to be so big and so bad (like, michael jackson bad) that we must and we should recalculate what our church in the middle of huffman needs and looks to be. and i want to thank the few of you that have stuck your neck out and said that you think it's as important as it is and should be.
at the universtiy of alabama, they don't play football, they live it.
at humc, do we go to church, or do we live it?
i am glad i was at the bama game yesterday. outside of the terrible piped in music that played during any significant pause in the action, yesterday was everything that you could ask for out of a college football game if your college football team ended up on the winning end of things. if i were joe tennessee fan, i would be upset with my kicker. upset with the officials that didn't call a penalty after cody ripped his helmet off. i would forget about the pass interference non-call that went "our" way late in the second quarter. and i would call bama overrated as often as i saw fit over the next two weeks and tell all my friends how lsu is going to beat "that team" in tuscaloosa in two weeks.
thank god i am not joe tennessee fan.
i am fan of the university of alabama. more specifically and less conditionally, i am a fan of the football team. the football team that lost their starting tight end during warm-ups. the football team with the defense that would have gone three consecutive games without giving up a touchdown if eric berry (props to that guy, seriously) didn't go and do what eric berry does and rip the ball from mark ingram. the football team that yesterday had terrence cody and your team didn't. the team with the fans (or at least the guy behind me yesterday) that now think any play not involving mark ingram running the ball is "stupid", "idiotic" and "we've lost our minds" all at the same time. (funny how a few heisman mentions can change one's way of thinking. silly.) the last time i went to a tennessee game, sarah and i left before the end of the fourth quarter and got home before the overtime extravaganza ended in a tide loss. yesterday left a better taste than that. the last time i was as excited at the end of a football game as i was yesterday afternoon, i was nine and looking at van tiffin's back and not fully grasping that i witnessed, in person, one of "those moments" that were going to end up in a pre-game montage. i witnessed, in person, another one of "those moments" yesterday, twenty-three years later. pretty cool stuff. i haven't had time to process it fully yet, but my morning after memories have already sketched the outline of what will be a fairly terrific painting years down the road. thanks, amy and katie. a good day. the best of friends. alabama football. a dramatic win. hear, hear.
and so, the sun brought with it a sunday morning. a sunday morning that i find myself at the store and not the church. the story will be the same next sunday too. but next sunday will have followed what will be our halloween carnival. not a "halloween carnival" or a fall festival. not some poor excuse for a party on the 25th or the 28th or some morning during next week that's not so scary because it isn't dark yet that you are throwing on some day that is not october 31st. and no one knows what to expect. isn't that the best and most terrifying feeling ever? the unknown? the uncertainty that our community could come out in droves and prove to us, once and for all, why we shouldn't have done the carnival without more support from the church on the whole. to me, it is. because for me, i want there to be 500 or more people in our parking lot next saturday night. i want us to be overwhelmed. i want us to regret our decision in as good a way as possible. i want it to be a tipping point. i want it to be so big and so bad (like, michael jackson bad) that we must and we should recalculate what our church in the middle of huffman needs and looks to be. and i want to thank the few of you that have stuck your neck out and said that you think it's as important as it is and should be.
at the universtiy of alabama, they don't play football, they live it.
at humc, do we go to church, or do we live it?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
these athletes are going to hell
until i get back into the groove, i'll just keeping ripping deadspin posts. this made me laugh.
i am pretty sure "amazing grace" baptist church thinks i am going to "hell" too.
and you.
and you.
and you.
etc.
until i get back into the groove, i'll just keeping ripping deadspin posts. this made me laugh.
i am pretty sure "amazing grace" baptist church thinks i am going to "hell" too.
and you.
and you.
and you.
etc.
Monday, October 12, 2009
hilarious
tebow as our lord and savior was not my idea, originally, but i'd like to think (because i am ridiculous and annoying) i've been on that bandwagon longer than most. this made me laugh. the picture attached to the post is awesome.
http://deadspin.com/5379602/tim-tebow-messiah-watch-touching-the-hem-of-his-garment-edition
tebow as our lord and savior was not my idea, originally, but i'd like to think (because i am ridiculous and annoying) i've been on that bandwagon longer than most. this made me laugh. the picture attached to the post is awesome.
http://deadspin.com/5379602/tim-tebow-messiah-watch-touching-the-hem-of-his-garment-edition
Saturday, October 10, 2009
end of day 151 (10/9/09) 2173 miles (5 to go)
jesus.
he's about to finish.
magnificent.
amazing.
awe-inspiring.
romantic.
incredible.
terrifying.
touching.
facebook.
epic.
somewhere in maine, a journey is about to come to an end. when you've been outside, walking for five months, what does one think when there is nowhere left to go?
i've been married. had kids. hit homeruns. called preachers dicks. lost a kidney. etc.
this seems every bit as big to me, though. every bit as big. i can't wait to hear all about it...
while building a box maze.
hell. and yes.
jesus.
he's about to finish.
magnificent.
amazing.
awe-inspiring.
romantic.
incredible.
terrifying.
touching.
facebook.
epic.
somewhere in maine, a journey is about to come to an end. when you've been outside, walking for five months, what does one think when there is nowhere left to go?
i've been married. had kids. hit homeruns. called preachers dicks. lost a kidney. etc.
this seems every bit as big to me, though. every bit as big. i can't wait to hear all about it...
while building a box maze.
hell. and yes.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
100 percent isn't what it used to be
"tell me about it."
the timing of something like what i went through (and continue to "go through") this summer would never be good, per se. such is any unexpected and/or scary news. you never want it. you tell yourself you're never gone get it. then, you get it. you deal with it. we all deal with it in our own individual ways.
before the mass was found, though, i was already at a time of physical transition in my life. don't get me wrong. i don't want to be shallow and play the "i am getting old" card as an excuse, but i will say that i've been coming to terms with "i am not what i used to be" for a couple of years. of course, i am not old. 32 sounds young to me. 32 has always sounded young to me. i hope i get the chance to look back in thirty years and understand how young 32 really was and is. but, 32 is older than 27, and it is definitely older than 23, which is how young i was when i started playing softball and basketball full-time with and for the church. it was nine years ago that i felt like i could and should start something sports-y for myself and the men in and around my church. for those that were already there, we could have another excuse to fraternize with one another. for our friends and those that may not have already been "there", it would serve as a ministry of our church. not one whose sole intention was to grow the church, necessarily, but one that might fill a need in our lives and those we could invite to "come out and play".
when i was 23 through about 29 or 30, i felt no shame in inserting myself in the heart of our softball line-up. i was never the biggest, but i could swing a pretty good bat, know where it was going most of the time and get on base 4 out of every 5 at-bats, if not more. in the field, i was equally confident. i had enough athletic wherewithal that i felt like i was a strength in the field, no matter what position i wrote myself into. the same went for the basketball court. no one would mistake me for being really good. i didn't play high school ball, but i was better than your average church-league guard. could probably shoot a lot better than most. dribble with both hands. see the court in ways that made me happy and proud at times. i wanted to start every game, but chose not to. selfishly, i knew that would give me the credit i needed to finish every game, which is what's important.
the last couple years have been different, though. what little power i had has, more or less, gone away. i am no longer a homerun threat. and thus, probably a poor choice for third in our line-up. my shoulder has something wrong with it. i haven't gotten it checked out, because it doesn't keep me up at night or prevent me from doing anything, but there is discomfort every time i throw. the last couple of basketball seasons have shown similar drop-off. what little lateral quickness i did have is fading. i am having to find open spaces on the court by wheeling around screens that provide room that i can't make on my own. my confidence on the ball is waning. i don't want to run our point, because "kids" much younger than i can potentially make me a turnover liability.
losing what i once had was going to be hard enough. the glimpse of losing what was still to come this summer was, as i suggested, just poor timing i guess.
i am fragile, yet proud. neither of which has provided much ammunition against my fears and anxiety.
coming to terms with my physical limitations as i get "older" has never sounded so nice. if i could only get back to a place where things like that seemed important again.
off to therapy.
"tell me about it."
the timing of something like what i went through (and continue to "go through") this summer would never be good, per se. such is any unexpected and/or scary news. you never want it. you tell yourself you're never gone get it. then, you get it. you deal with it. we all deal with it in our own individual ways.
before the mass was found, though, i was already at a time of physical transition in my life. don't get me wrong. i don't want to be shallow and play the "i am getting old" card as an excuse, but i will say that i've been coming to terms with "i am not what i used to be" for a couple of years. of course, i am not old. 32 sounds young to me. 32 has always sounded young to me. i hope i get the chance to look back in thirty years and understand how young 32 really was and is. but, 32 is older than 27, and it is definitely older than 23, which is how young i was when i started playing softball and basketball full-time with and for the church. it was nine years ago that i felt like i could and should start something sports-y for myself and the men in and around my church. for those that were already there, we could have another excuse to fraternize with one another. for our friends and those that may not have already been "there", it would serve as a ministry of our church. not one whose sole intention was to grow the church, necessarily, but one that might fill a need in our lives and those we could invite to "come out and play".
when i was 23 through about 29 or 30, i felt no shame in inserting myself in the heart of our softball line-up. i was never the biggest, but i could swing a pretty good bat, know where it was going most of the time and get on base 4 out of every 5 at-bats, if not more. in the field, i was equally confident. i had enough athletic wherewithal that i felt like i was a strength in the field, no matter what position i wrote myself into. the same went for the basketball court. no one would mistake me for being really good. i didn't play high school ball, but i was better than your average church-league guard. could probably shoot a lot better than most. dribble with both hands. see the court in ways that made me happy and proud at times. i wanted to start every game, but chose not to. selfishly, i knew that would give me the credit i needed to finish every game, which is what's important.
the last couple years have been different, though. what little power i had has, more or less, gone away. i am no longer a homerun threat. and thus, probably a poor choice for third in our line-up. my shoulder has something wrong with it. i haven't gotten it checked out, because it doesn't keep me up at night or prevent me from doing anything, but there is discomfort every time i throw. the last couple of basketball seasons have shown similar drop-off. what little lateral quickness i did have is fading. i am having to find open spaces on the court by wheeling around screens that provide room that i can't make on my own. my confidence on the ball is waning. i don't want to run our point, because "kids" much younger than i can potentially make me a turnover liability.
losing what i once had was going to be hard enough. the glimpse of losing what was still to come this summer was, as i suggested, just poor timing i guess.
i am fragile, yet proud. neither of which has provided much ammunition against my fears and anxiety.
coming to terms with my physical limitations as i get "older" has never sounded so nice. if i could only get back to a place where things like that seemed important again.
off to therapy.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
all the world is a symptom
so, why has HACAM become so hit and miss again after getting back into the swing of things last month?
well, the embarrassing and easy answer is because i can't work myself up to write much these days. it's not that i don't want to. i really do. but the last few weeks have been tough, and i am mired in something that i don't know how to get out of just yet.
i want to write to "you" about my new glasses.
what is that feeling in my back?
i want to write more about football.
wait a second. i've never seen that mole before.
i want to sing the praises of the braves that have won, like, 25 games in a row since i wrote them off and still are playing relevant games during the last week of the season.
why am i dizzy?
i want to write about my girls. when's the last time i churned out a "hannah and caroline and me" post?
has that lump always been there?
i saw inglourious basterds and loved it. you wouldn't know it from visiting this site, though.
are those floaters that i am seeing?
i just bought brand new's daisy. after several listens, it's rivaling "the end of the world" for my album of the year (not so difficult this year since i've purchased less than ten records in 2009. pathetic.).
jesus christ. am i dizzy again?
fringe and the office are back. and yet, there's only a tiny part of me that gives a flip.
(types webmd.com again...clicks on "symptom checker") yep. brain tumor. that's the other shoe.
sarah asked me the other afternoon how much time during my day i wasn't thinking about the random things going on in my body. i told her less than five percent. that's probably being generous. i am constantly thinking about it. and by "constantly", i mean always. and by "always", i mean every waking second. i am not thinking about my girls. or my friends. or the halloween carnival. or playing softball. or alabama football. or the braves. or anything else. ever. because i am scared. to death. of something.
is it death? maybe. separation from my family and friends...or god? probably. something else entirely? just anxiety that's going to seem like a big joke six months or a year from now? damn...i hope so.
it is killing me right now. eating away at my soul. and i can't say it out loud. not as much as i feel it, because when people ask me (knowing what i went through during the summer) "how are you feeling?", they don't have the wont or the time to hear the real answer. that i feel like i am going crazy. that i feel like i've never felt before, and i want to get out. that if i was honest with the inquiring mind, i would probably start crying. it's not fair to those folks that have been thinking about me and praying for me. i've been a burden on them for too long already. i am thankful you don't live in the same house with me and see me during my lowest points. sarah and the girls spent the night away last night. i was a basketcase. i dozed for two hours (maybe), tops. and that was on accident. i woke up to the same sensations that i laid down with. i should be stronger than this, right?
this i know. i could go to my doctor and tell him all this (again). i could convince him to scan my head or my body and give me the visible evidence the pathology report suggested. i could make them show me they didn't "miss something" or that something hasn't been growing someplace they didn't look back in july even though the report says that what i had didn't go anywhere. i could do that. and i may, still, have to to escape having to admit myself into a psychiatric unit. but how long would that last? how long would i give that information its right credit? when would it's worth expire? a couple months? six? a year? do i really want to be "that guy" that has to pay out of pocket for co-pays and scans for the rest of his life for peace of mind, or can i just trust my doctor and those that love me and are privy to the same medical information i am and know that i should be and am ok. i want to be the latter. i do.
but i am a mess right now.
and i don't know what to do with it all.
on the surface, i look fine (other than this terrible-ass excuse for a beard). my scars have healed. i've got most of my weight back. i'm working. exercising. playing. faking a smile.
below the surface, something wicked this way will come. maybe in a few minutes at church. maybe later. but, it'll come. in the form of a dizzy feeling or tweak in my back or a sensation in my leg. and i am going to freak out about it.
i am sorry. this post is much more self-serving than most. i don't need you to feel sorry for me. i just need you to know. so, i don't have to tell you out loud and waste any more of your time.
this is homework. this is for me to read later today and tomorrow. this is me looking in the mirror and trying to move forward.
this is getting old.
so, why has HACAM become so hit and miss again after getting back into the swing of things last month?
well, the embarrassing and easy answer is because i can't work myself up to write much these days. it's not that i don't want to. i really do. but the last few weeks have been tough, and i am mired in something that i don't know how to get out of just yet.
i want to write to "you" about my new glasses.
what is that feeling in my back?
i want to write more about football.
wait a second. i've never seen that mole before.
i want to sing the praises of the braves that have won, like, 25 games in a row since i wrote them off and still are playing relevant games during the last week of the season.
why am i dizzy?
i want to write about my girls. when's the last time i churned out a "hannah and caroline and me" post?
has that lump always been there?
i saw inglourious basterds and loved it. you wouldn't know it from visiting this site, though.
are those floaters that i am seeing?
i just bought brand new's daisy. after several listens, it's rivaling "the end of the world" for my album of the year (not so difficult this year since i've purchased less than ten records in 2009. pathetic.).
jesus christ. am i dizzy again?
fringe and the office are back. and yet, there's only a tiny part of me that gives a flip.
(types webmd.com again...clicks on "symptom checker") yep. brain tumor. that's the other shoe.
sarah asked me the other afternoon how much time during my day i wasn't thinking about the random things going on in my body. i told her less than five percent. that's probably being generous. i am constantly thinking about it. and by "constantly", i mean always. and by "always", i mean every waking second. i am not thinking about my girls. or my friends. or the halloween carnival. or playing softball. or alabama football. or the braves. or anything else. ever. because i am scared. to death. of something.
is it death? maybe. separation from my family and friends...or god? probably. something else entirely? just anxiety that's going to seem like a big joke six months or a year from now? damn...i hope so.
it is killing me right now. eating away at my soul. and i can't say it out loud. not as much as i feel it, because when people ask me (knowing what i went through during the summer) "how are you feeling?", they don't have the wont or the time to hear the real answer. that i feel like i am going crazy. that i feel like i've never felt before, and i want to get out. that if i was honest with the inquiring mind, i would probably start crying. it's not fair to those folks that have been thinking about me and praying for me. i've been a burden on them for too long already. i am thankful you don't live in the same house with me and see me during my lowest points. sarah and the girls spent the night away last night. i was a basketcase. i dozed for two hours (maybe), tops. and that was on accident. i woke up to the same sensations that i laid down with. i should be stronger than this, right?
this i know. i could go to my doctor and tell him all this (again). i could convince him to scan my head or my body and give me the visible evidence the pathology report suggested. i could make them show me they didn't "miss something" or that something hasn't been growing someplace they didn't look back in july even though the report says that what i had didn't go anywhere. i could do that. and i may, still, have to to escape having to admit myself into a psychiatric unit. but how long would that last? how long would i give that information its right credit? when would it's worth expire? a couple months? six? a year? do i really want to be "that guy" that has to pay out of pocket for co-pays and scans for the rest of his life for peace of mind, or can i just trust my doctor and those that love me and are privy to the same medical information i am and know that i should be and am ok. i want to be the latter. i do.
but i am a mess right now.
and i don't know what to do with it all.
on the surface, i look fine (other than this terrible-ass excuse for a beard). my scars have healed. i've got most of my weight back. i'm working. exercising. playing. faking a smile.
below the surface, something wicked this way will come. maybe in a few minutes at church. maybe later. but, it'll come. in the form of a dizzy feeling or tweak in my back or a sensation in my leg. and i am going to freak out about it.
i am sorry. this post is much more self-serving than most. i don't need you to feel sorry for me. i just need you to know. so, i don't have to tell you out loud and waste any more of your time.
this is homework. this is for me to read later today and tomorrow. this is me looking in the mirror and trying to move forward.
this is getting old.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
"more on that after tonight's game."
...plus the two after that.
you know how there were two big stories leading up to the big bama/va. tech game? one, of course, was the julio/mark ingram fishing trip that probably, if it wasn't alabama football, should've never become a story. everyone in "saban nation" held their collective breaths in the hopes that two of alabama's most quality starters wouldn't be suspended for the opening, if not more, game. we all exhaled when it was announced that the two would be eligible to play.
the second story? it was the one about brandon deaderick getting shot. yep. alabama's starting defensive tackle that took a bullet in the arm and the thigh just days before his 2009 season opener. the first wave of concern was for the well-being of the young man. "is he OK?" "boy, that sucks for him!" "i hope they catch the guy that did it." that kind of stuff. once those questions were answered, though, the second wave of concern turned toward "well, since he's OK and all, ...is he going to play?" typical bama fans. typical any fans, right? the short version, as we all know, is that he did, in fact, man up and freaking play. that he did still amazes me. i only have had guns pointed in my direction, and both times i couldn't function for a month. that this guy actually got shot and went and did his football thing less than a week later is only more evidence of how much of a woman i truly am. i digress.
how many of you that watched the game remember deaderick having any sort of tangible impact on the game? any of you? sure, his name and his guts were mentioned, but i watched every snap of the game and most of the replay and it wasn't him as much as it was cody and dareus and anders on the defensive line that stood out to me. the d-line dominated for a lot of the game, and a guy that started every single game last year was hardly mentioned. and therein, more than any other example that i've seen through bama's first three games, lies the point that now defines this new era of alabama football. quality depth.
shula era fans could usually count on alabama's first 22 being on par or close to, talent-wise, their sec competition. not so with the second string, though, and if something major happened to a position at the top two levels of the depth chart, avert your eyes! remember when alabama would occasionally trot out a white receiver? exactly. white receivers shouldn't happen on purpose. just sayin'. and don't give me wes welker, friends of mine. he's the exception that proves the rule.
things are different now, though, and alabama has quality depth at almost every position. my most recent talking point over the last couple of weeks has been how julio's bruised knee may be the key for another dream season if only for the reason that mcelroy has now become acquainted with teammates whom catch the ball that don't wear number 8. do we, as fans, want our jesus back? of course we do. but it will be much easier for julio, long term, if maize and peak and mccoy can draw some attention their way too.
b.j. (or burton) scott is another great example of what i am speaking to. i don't have the numbers in front of me, but rivals and scout dot com anoint, i would guess around 50 or so high school seniors as "five star" recruits every year. two years ago, b.j. was one of those, right along with julio. his coming was to the capstone was almost as compelling as julio's. almost. but here was a kid that, like mark ingram and julio, already "looked" the part and had physical skills to spare. where has b.j. scott been the last 17 games??? mostly, on the bench. without a place to play. my guess is that he'll take javy's role both on D and in the return game next year, but to have such a talented and regarded athlete holding his helmet every saturday says all you need to hear about the excess of talent saban is stocking in tuscaloosa.
it's probably unfair for me to make any sort of projections on the season now that we're three weeks in, but i will say this. barring any unforeseen injuries, alabama losing more than two games this year will be a major upset in my head. sure, they could trip up if they take someone lightly, but the longer saban is there, the less likely that seems. but they will have more, on paper, than every team they play this year minus lsu and a potential rematch with tebow and friends to end the season. and they've got lsu at home. the one achilles heel remains the group in the secondary that seem to have learned their trade at the anthony madison school for never getting their head around to see the ball, so we'll just have to see if that plays a major role in an upset as we move forward.
being an alabama fan has not been this fun or given so much reason for optimism in a long, long time. timing-wise, for me, this has been a good thing. having one more thing to worry about and/or stay up at night dwelling on would be bad for personal business. thank you, nick saban, for taking my happiness into account.
you are the man.
roll tide.
...plus the two after that.
you know how there were two big stories leading up to the big bama/va. tech game? one, of course, was the julio/mark ingram fishing trip that probably, if it wasn't alabama football, should've never become a story. everyone in "saban nation" held their collective breaths in the hopes that two of alabama's most quality starters wouldn't be suspended for the opening, if not more, game. we all exhaled when it was announced that the two would be eligible to play.
the second story? it was the one about brandon deaderick getting shot. yep. alabama's starting defensive tackle that took a bullet in the arm and the thigh just days before his 2009 season opener. the first wave of concern was for the well-being of the young man. "is he OK?" "boy, that sucks for him!" "i hope they catch the guy that did it." that kind of stuff. once those questions were answered, though, the second wave of concern turned toward "well, since he's OK and all, ...is he going to play?" typical bama fans. typical any fans, right? the short version, as we all know, is that he did, in fact, man up and freaking play. that he did still amazes me. i only have had guns pointed in my direction, and both times i couldn't function for a month. that this guy actually got shot and went and did his football thing less than a week later is only more evidence of how much of a woman i truly am. i digress.
how many of you that watched the game remember deaderick having any sort of tangible impact on the game? any of you? sure, his name and his guts were mentioned, but i watched every snap of the game and most of the replay and it wasn't him as much as it was cody and dareus and anders on the defensive line that stood out to me. the d-line dominated for a lot of the game, and a guy that started every single game last year was hardly mentioned. and therein, more than any other example that i've seen through bama's first three games, lies the point that now defines this new era of alabama football. quality depth.
shula era fans could usually count on alabama's first 22 being on par or close to, talent-wise, their sec competition. not so with the second string, though, and if something major happened to a position at the top two levels of the depth chart, avert your eyes! remember when alabama would occasionally trot out a white receiver? exactly. white receivers shouldn't happen on purpose. just sayin'. and don't give me wes welker, friends of mine. he's the exception that proves the rule.
things are different now, though, and alabama has quality depth at almost every position. my most recent talking point over the last couple of weeks has been how julio's bruised knee may be the key for another dream season if only for the reason that mcelroy has now become acquainted with teammates whom catch the ball that don't wear number 8. do we, as fans, want our jesus back? of course we do. but it will be much easier for julio, long term, if maize and peak and mccoy can draw some attention their way too.
b.j. (or burton) scott is another great example of what i am speaking to. i don't have the numbers in front of me, but rivals and scout dot com anoint, i would guess around 50 or so high school seniors as "five star" recruits every year. two years ago, b.j. was one of those, right along with julio. his coming was to the capstone was almost as compelling as julio's. almost. but here was a kid that, like mark ingram and julio, already "looked" the part and had physical skills to spare. where has b.j. scott been the last 17 games??? mostly, on the bench. without a place to play. my guess is that he'll take javy's role both on D and in the return game next year, but to have such a talented and regarded athlete holding his helmet every saturday says all you need to hear about the excess of talent saban is stocking in tuscaloosa.
it's probably unfair for me to make any sort of projections on the season now that we're three weeks in, but i will say this. barring any unforeseen injuries, alabama losing more than two games this year will be a major upset in my head. sure, they could trip up if they take someone lightly, but the longer saban is there, the less likely that seems. but they will have more, on paper, than every team they play this year minus lsu and a potential rematch with tebow and friends to end the season. and they've got lsu at home. the one achilles heel remains the group in the secondary that seem to have learned their trade at the anthony madison school for never getting their head around to see the ball, so we'll just have to see if that plays a major role in an upset as we move forward.
being an alabama fan has not been this fun or given so much reason for optimism in a long, long time. timing-wise, for me, this has been a good thing. having one more thing to worry about and/or stay up at night dwelling on would be bad for personal business. thank you, nick saban, for taking my happiness into account.
you are the man.
roll tide.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
exhibit way too many
anybody watch the braves game last night?
nobody?
well, i shouldn't have been watching either.
add to my list of gripes from the previous post that bobby cox is probably, single-handedly, costing tommy hanson rookie of the year.
good grief.
no use, really, to beat a dead horse, but if you read the article, check out the quotes from the astros hitters. they were happy, happy(!!!), that the closer was coming in. tommy had yet to reach 100 pitches.
terrible.
anybody watch the braves game last night?
nobody?
well, i shouldn't have been watching either.
add to my list of gripes from the previous post that bobby cox is probably, single-handedly, costing tommy hanson rookie of the year.
good grief.
no use, really, to beat a dead horse, but if you read the article, check out the quotes from the astros hitters. they were happy, happy(!!!), that the closer was coming in. tommy had yet to reach 100 pitches.
terrible.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
jesus and friends
(and goodnight, braves)
it probably wasn't clear to braves reliever kris medlen when he came into the games on wednesday and thursday that he was playing the role of bobby cox's proxy and shutting the door on atlanta's underwhelming season. two consecutive sixth inning meltdowns in winnable games marked the end of the road for this infuriating team. had they closed out both? last night's representative loss to the reds would not have been crippling. but they did. and it was. time to wait 'til next year.
i have not always loathed bobby cox. mostly, during the braves magnificent run of success not so long ago, i was indifferent to him. those braves teams didn't seem to win or lose because of bobby cox. they won because of starting pitching and a supernova of a switch-hitter in chipper jones that all opponents feared. last season and this season have felt different, though. it feels like the braves have lost their share of games and games in the standings due to incredibly boneheaded moves and non-moves made by their "manager", and by "manager" i mean the now comically disproportioned older gentlemen that occasionally finds a way to get thrown out of the game. all the players seems to have tremendous respect for cox, still, but i wonder how much of that is respect for a romanticized version of him from back in the day. this year, he has been nothing to love. he ruined jordan schafer's development. he has consistently refused to juggle his line-up in accordance to who may be struggling or who may be hot. his blind loyalty to kelly johnson and jeff francouer early in the season handicapped the line-up in a way that made the braves feel like a triple-A team after chipper and mccann. his most indefensible crime, though, has been the handling and feel for his team's pitching staff. the braves came into the season with it's deepest starting pitching rotation in years, but, as i noted early in the season, there was not one among the bunch that could carry the staff or that was a severe threat to throw complete game shutouts. that being said, the bullpen and when to make "the call" there and whom to call would end up defining the vast majority of the braves' failures this season. the last three losses have, again, illuminated the problem. wednesday and thursday, medlen was trotted out in the sixth after having pitched on tuesday. for a tenured reliever, this may not be an issue. for a rookie that has spent his baseball career as a starter pitching every four to five days and had been lit up on the second day of his last and only other back-to-back days effort, it was. he was horrible. the braves gave up leads, lost games and opened the door. friday night was lowe that was left out one inning too long. but it could have been javy. or kawakami. or jurrjens. it's happened to all of them. left out one inning too long only to give up the lion's share of their runs in that last inning and pulled after it was too late. on friday night, it ended up being lowe, and the braves turned out the lights and walked out that door, closing the book on any realistic shot of making the postseason.
bobby cox can't make guys hit. bobby cox can't make chipper not suck over the last two months. but he can and is fully responsible for keeping his team in games and with leads that their starters have afforded him. and in this regard, he performed miserably this year. i bite my thumb at you, bobby cox. enjoy the offseason.
to those starters and mccann and yunel and martin and diaz and sori and gonzalez and moylan and chipper of may and june that kept me interested in the braves for much longer than i was last year, i say "thanks". it was a good ride. i'll get excited again next spring when jason heyward comes to camp looking to claim his rightful place as the true heir to dale murphy's empty throne in the braves outfield.
for now?
when one door closes in life and in sports, another door opens. welcome back, college football.
more on that after tonight's game.
roll tide.
(and goodnight, braves)
it probably wasn't clear to braves reliever kris medlen when he came into the games on wednesday and thursday that he was playing the role of bobby cox's proxy and shutting the door on atlanta's underwhelming season. two consecutive sixth inning meltdowns in winnable games marked the end of the road for this infuriating team. had they closed out both? last night's representative loss to the reds would not have been crippling. but they did. and it was. time to wait 'til next year.
i have not always loathed bobby cox. mostly, during the braves magnificent run of success not so long ago, i was indifferent to him. those braves teams didn't seem to win or lose because of bobby cox. they won because of starting pitching and a supernova of a switch-hitter in chipper jones that all opponents feared. last season and this season have felt different, though. it feels like the braves have lost their share of games and games in the standings due to incredibly boneheaded moves and non-moves made by their "manager", and by "manager" i mean the now comically disproportioned older gentlemen that occasionally finds a way to get thrown out of the game. all the players seems to have tremendous respect for cox, still, but i wonder how much of that is respect for a romanticized version of him from back in the day. this year, he has been nothing to love. he ruined jordan schafer's development. he has consistently refused to juggle his line-up in accordance to who may be struggling or who may be hot. his blind loyalty to kelly johnson and jeff francouer early in the season handicapped the line-up in a way that made the braves feel like a triple-A team after chipper and mccann. his most indefensible crime, though, has been the handling and feel for his team's pitching staff. the braves came into the season with it's deepest starting pitching rotation in years, but, as i noted early in the season, there was not one among the bunch that could carry the staff or that was a severe threat to throw complete game shutouts. that being said, the bullpen and when to make "the call" there and whom to call would end up defining the vast majority of the braves' failures this season. the last three losses have, again, illuminated the problem. wednesday and thursday, medlen was trotted out in the sixth after having pitched on tuesday. for a tenured reliever, this may not be an issue. for a rookie that has spent his baseball career as a starter pitching every four to five days and had been lit up on the second day of his last and only other back-to-back days effort, it was. he was horrible. the braves gave up leads, lost games and opened the door. friday night was lowe that was left out one inning too long. but it could have been javy. or kawakami. or jurrjens. it's happened to all of them. left out one inning too long only to give up the lion's share of their runs in that last inning and pulled after it was too late. on friday night, it ended up being lowe, and the braves turned out the lights and walked out that door, closing the book on any realistic shot of making the postseason.
bobby cox can't make guys hit. bobby cox can't make chipper not suck over the last two months. but he can and is fully responsible for keeping his team in games and with leads that their starters have afforded him. and in this regard, he performed miserably this year. i bite my thumb at you, bobby cox. enjoy the offseason.
to those starters and mccann and yunel and martin and diaz and sori and gonzalez and moylan and chipper of may and june that kept me interested in the braves for much longer than i was last year, i say "thanks". it was a good ride. i'll get excited again next spring when jason heyward comes to camp looking to claim his rightful place as the true heir to dale murphy's empty throne in the braves outfield.
for now?
when one door closes in life and in sports, another door opens. welcome back, college football.
more on that after tonight's game.
roll tide.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
"to all the girls i've loved before..."
the ballast for fulfilling my hopes and dreams returns tonight.
no, not You.
you're so vain, Jesus.
hugs and kisses, timmy. know that i love you...win or lose.
the ballast for fulfilling my hopes and dreams returns tonight.
no, not You.
you're so vain, Jesus.
hugs and kisses, timmy. know that i love you...win or lose.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
my fantasy team is better than yours
(part three)
i can't imagine that (m)any of you chose to retain any of my posts from this time last year referring to my fantasy football dominance. that's ok. i am here to remind you.
i went undefeated on everybody's ass.
i played humble as long as i could until the above referenced link, and i just couldn't contain myself after the deed was done. it was righteous. it was incredible. it was everything that i would've ever imagined. and it was good.
i had won fantasy titles before. heck, i had even been the way-superior team in the league before. but i had never gone undefeated. no one ever goes undefeated. at least, not in leagues that i've played in. but, i went undefeated. and i am here to remind you...
...because this year i will be terrible.
this isn't me lou holtz-ing my team immediately after the draft like my buddy whose names rhyme with miss and terry are wont to do (i've gotta get my shots in now, right cp? ;)). this isn't me setting my expectations low so that i will look ever the more glorious as i leap above and beyond them. this is me telling you that i don't usually believe in karma, but i so believe in karma when it comes to fantasy sports.
everything, and i mean everything, went my way last year. my draft position was perfect. all of my fliers worked out. my rookie running backs last year are all going to be top 10-15 picks this year. in the one game i was in jeopardy of losing, i won due to the "bench points" tie-breaker (only those that play know how ridiculously rare that is). and in the last game of the season, the championship game, my opponent mirrored my lowest point total of the year with his own, and i snuck to the title through the back door.
and, so it goes.
the buck has already began to stop. i've never drafted any lower than six in my league. late tonight, i will be drafting nine. i've only once ever drafted anything other than a running back with my first two picks (that year i finished 6-7 and got knocked out in the first round of the playoffs). at nine, there will be no "elite" backs available and i will be forced to adjust my tried and true strategy. do i take wide-receiver? that doesn't sound right. a top-two quarterback? well, that'd be nice...i guess. still doesn't feel right. my draft is going to be magnificent agony, for the entire hour and a half i will doubt myself and my picks. i am already preparing for the fall from last year's peak.
to be sure, i will still try very hard. harder and with more ferocity than any human should put into an online "game". and that effort will get me into the playoffs. that effort will keep me interested.
it just won't get me undefeated. or a title.
i love fantasy football.
(part three)
i can't imagine that (m)any of you chose to retain any of my posts from this time last year referring to my fantasy football dominance. that's ok. i am here to remind you.
i went undefeated on everybody's ass.
i played humble as long as i could until the above referenced link, and i just couldn't contain myself after the deed was done. it was righteous. it was incredible. it was everything that i would've ever imagined. and it was good.
i had won fantasy titles before. heck, i had even been the way-superior team in the league before. but i had never gone undefeated. no one ever goes undefeated. at least, not in leagues that i've played in. but, i went undefeated. and i am here to remind you...
...because this year i will be terrible.
this isn't me lou holtz-ing my team immediately after the draft like my buddy whose names rhyme with miss and terry are wont to do (i've gotta get my shots in now, right cp? ;)). this isn't me setting my expectations low so that i will look ever the more glorious as i leap above and beyond them. this is me telling you that i don't usually believe in karma, but i so believe in karma when it comes to fantasy sports.
everything, and i mean everything, went my way last year. my draft position was perfect. all of my fliers worked out. my rookie running backs last year are all going to be top 10-15 picks this year. in the one game i was in jeopardy of losing, i won due to the "bench points" tie-breaker (only those that play know how ridiculously rare that is). and in the last game of the season, the championship game, my opponent mirrored my lowest point total of the year with his own, and i snuck to the title through the back door.
and, so it goes.
the buck has already began to stop. i've never drafted any lower than six in my league. late tonight, i will be drafting nine. i've only once ever drafted anything other than a running back with my first two picks (that year i finished 6-7 and got knocked out in the first round of the playoffs). at nine, there will be no "elite" backs available and i will be forced to adjust my tried and true strategy. do i take wide-receiver? that doesn't sound right. a top-two quarterback? well, that'd be nice...i guess. still doesn't feel right. my draft is going to be magnificent agony, for the entire hour and a half i will doubt myself and my picks. i am already preparing for the fall from last year's peak.
to be sure, i will still try very hard. harder and with more ferocity than any human should put into an online "game". and that effort will get me into the playoffs. that effort will keep me interested.
it just won't get me undefeated. or a title.
i love fantasy football.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
...a penny for your trash bag.
it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened to us. far from it. after all, we had "enjoyed" eight and 1/3 innings of a live and in-person braves game from ridiculously good seats before the rains came. that, in and of itself, was reason enough to be happy and one with the world, irregardless of the fact that the braves only hit through six innings had come from their pitcher. yes, just being back at turner field for the first time in over a year should have been plenty to quench my soul given all that we, as a family, had been through over the last couple of months, and that doesn't even take into account the brick-headed move it was for bobby cox to leave javy vazquez in to face hanley ramirez after he was clearly gassed and give up what would be the game-deciding home run. just being there, with good food and good family, should've been enough for me to get over and past the things that didn't, exactly, go our way and drive home in a good mood.
but, of course, it wasn't.
oh, how i wished our "new normal" didn't feel, on friday night, so much like the old and selfish normal.
caroline had been sick the night before and into friday morning, putting the trip into jeopardy to begin with. around noon, we decided that she was in good enough health and spirits to make the trip. we hit atlanta, well, we hit atlanta traffic still in no rush or hurry, and caroline was holding up quite nicely. we made it to rebecca and emma's pad, and, aside from the traffic-related headache i had acquired, we were still rocking along. made it to turner field easily thanks to daniel (the british man's voice on the garmin), found our seats, and then things started to sour. caroline enjoyed running around the concourse of the stadium very much. being contained in mommy's lap or the ground directly in front of mommy or in a seat with emma? not so much. the braves, predictably, were terrible. the bobby cox thing happened. laroche cheered me up for half a second. and then the rain came. a lot of freaking rain. i began texting back and forth with katie to see if we had any chance of the rain breaking before we made the half-mile trek out to the car. we didn't. rebecca, following the lead of many others, pays a trash guy two bucks for four trash bags that we'll wear as ponchos. the plan is for me to carry caroline the half-mile in the rain with her blanket over her head. she'll have none of the blanket. two kind gentlemen notice this and offer their now priceless extra trash bag to us for caroline. i rip a head hole in the bag for her and put it on. and we march. and march. and march. caroline begins silly, sinks to sad and pathetic, and ends the journey to the car in misery. i am convinced that i have ripped my insides back open and decide to join her misery with my company. i get in the car, caroline on my lap, and we save sarah, rebecca and emma about 50 yards by driving to them. we all get in the car, laugh off the experience as something we'd never want to do again and head home. we get back to rebecca's place and drop them off, thank rebecca for the tickets and do not get out of the apartment complex before caroline vomits all over herself.
i.
shit.
you.
not.
it wasn't as much a straw that proverbially broke my back and spirit as it was the stench of cheese fries and ice cream (admittedly, probably poor choices for a two year-old trying to shake off a stomach virus. we were at a ballgame, though. whatareyougonnado???) mixed with stomach bile. i whirled the car back around, at this point fuming. i knocked on rebecca's door and asked for vomit towels at first, going back a second time to ask for a blanket for caroline to hold onto on the way home since hers had been soaked with the cheese-fry puke. we said our good-byes again, and headed back to birmingham.
on the road home, it rained. and rained. and rained harder. and then it rained some more. i would grow somewhat comfortable with our conditions and then, of course, would hydro-plane. is hydro-planing the worst effing feeling or what? in that brief millisecond, you are sure you are going to die. you have zero control. it is complete chance that your tires either will or will not regain traction before the car spins righteously out of control.
speaking of chance, i felt like job. satan, up in the heavens playing his own personal game of roulette with my and our stakes. land on red? ruin his silly baseball game. land on yellow? make someone in family feel as though it makes rational sense to pay a trash dude for trash bags. they will then wear the trash bags. land on white? oh, god, not white. cue the toddler vomit. and if i didn't mention it earlier, it was cheese-fry vomit.
and god would be like, "christ, satan! give the brother a break. he just wants to get home."
cue satan spinning the wheel of misfortune again. bwahahahahaha!
and so, sarah asks the inevitable question. "did you have fun?"
and i, like the dick that i am, gave the inevitable answer. "not really."
i would like to think that my "new normal" would prevent me from having these lapses in sanity (because, four days removed, i can see that i did have a good time), but i guess it doesn't. i said "not really" and then listed all the reasons above to her. she said hearing that made her sad, leaned back in her seat in silence and, immediately, i regained my positive perspective.
but it was too late. sarah had experienced everything above with me, and yet, she looked through it all and asked me if i had a good time, wanting to reassure me that she was glad that we shared the miserable experience together. i, on the other hand, wanted everyone to be as unhappy as i was. and that's too bad.
i suppose i could come up with any number of excuses as to why i reacted like such a boar. misplaced and mismanaged expectations, things of that nature. but they all would be just that. excuses.
post-cancer, i had a good week at work and spent the past two days telling everyone i could how great i was feeling. then, this morning, i backslid. i saw a mole in the shower that i had never noticed before, came downstairs, got on the internet, and began trying to convince myself that "the other shoe", the one that would actually "get" me, was going to be skin cancer.
for several days last week, i wasn't a dick. then friday night, with some of those i hold most dear around me, i backslid and was a dick to them.
i am going to be a better man eventually. i still have a lot of work to do.
dear lord, let me help you...
...help me.
it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened to us. far from it. after all, we had "enjoyed" eight and 1/3 innings of a live and in-person braves game from ridiculously good seats before the rains came. that, in and of itself, was reason enough to be happy and one with the world, irregardless of the fact that the braves only hit through six innings had come from their pitcher. yes, just being back at turner field for the first time in over a year should have been plenty to quench my soul given all that we, as a family, had been through over the last couple of months, and that doesn't even take into account the brick-headed move it was for bobby cox to leave javy vazquez in to face hanley ramirez after he was clearly gassed and give up what would be the game-deciding home run. just being there, with good food and good family, should've been enough for me to get over and past the things that didn't, exactly, go our way and drive home in a good mood.
but, of course, it wasn't.
oh, how i wished our "new normal" didn't feel, on friday night, so much like the old and selfish normal.
caroline had been sick the night before and into friday morning, putting the trip into jeopardy to begin with. around noon, we decided that she was in good enough health and spirits to make the trip. we hit atlanta, well, we hit atlanta traffic still in no rush or hurry, and caroline was holding up quite nicely. we made it to rebecca and emma's pad, and, aside from the traffic-related headache i had acquired, we were still rocking along. made it to turner field easily thanks to daniel (the british man's voice on the garmin), found our seats, and then things started to sour. caroline enjoyed running around the concourse of the stadium very much. being contained in mommy's lap or the ground directly in front of mommy or in a seat with emma? not so much. the braves, predictably, were terrible. the bobby cox thing happened. laroche cheered me up for half a second. and then the rain came. a lot of freaking rain. i began texting back and forth with katie to see if we had any chance of the rain breaking before we made the half-mile trek out to the car. we didn't. rebecca, following the lead of many others, pays a trash guy two bucks for four trash bags that we'll wear as ponchos. the plan is for me to carry caroline the half-mile in the rain with her blanket over her head. she'll have none of the blanket. two kind gentlemen notice this and offer their now priceless extra trash bag to us for caroline. i rip a head hole in the bag for her and put it on. and we march. and march. and march. caroline begins silly, sinks to sad and pathetic, and ends the journey to the car in misery. i am convinced that i have ripped my insides back open and decide to join her misery with my company. i get in the car, caroline on my lap, and we save sarah, rebecca and emma about 50 yards by driving to them. we all get in the car, laugh off the experience as something we'd never want to do again and head home. we get back to rebecca's place and drop them off, thank rebecca for the tickets and do not get out of the apartment complex before caroline vomits all over herself.
i.
shit.
you.
not.
it wasn't as much a straw that proverbially broke my back and spirit as it was the stench of cheese fries and ice cream (admittedly, probably poor choices for a two year-old trying to shake off a stomach virus. we were at a ballgame, though. whatareyougonnado???) mixed with stomach bile. i whirled the car back around, at this point fuming. i knocked on rebecca's door and asked for vomit towels at first, going back a second time to ask for a blanket for caroline to hold onto on the way home since hers had been soaked with the cheese-fry puke. we said our good-byes again, and headed back to birmingham.
on the road home, it rained. and rained. and rained harder. and then it rained some more. i would grow somewhat comfortable with our conditions and then, of course, would hydro-plane. is hydro-planing the worst effing feeling or what? in that brief millisecond, you are sure you are going to die. you have zero control. it is complete chance that your tires either will or will not regain traction before the car spins righteously out of control.
speaking of chance, i felt like job. satan, up in the heavens playing his own personal game of roulette with my and our stakes. land on red? ruin his silly baseball game. land on yellow? make someone in family feel as though it makes rational sense to pay a trash dude for trash bags. they will then wear the trash bags. land on white? oh, god, not white. cue the toddler vomit. and if i didn't mention it earlier, it was cheese-fry vomit.
and god would be like, "christ, satan! give the brother a break. he just wants to get home."
cue satan spinning the wheel of misfortune again. bwahahahahaha!
and so, sarah asks the inevitable question. "did you have fun?"
and i, like the dick that i am, gave the inevitable answer. "not really."
i would like to think that my "new normal" would prevent me from having these lapses in sanity (because, four days removed, i can see that i did have a good time), but i guess it doesn't. i said "not really" and then listed all the reasons above to her. she said hearing that made her sad, leaned back in her seat in silence and, immediately, i regained my positive perspective.
but it was too late. sarah had experienced everything above with me, and yet, she looked through it all and asked me if i had a good time, wanting to reassure me that she was glad that we shared the miserable experience together. i, on the other hand, wanted everyone to be as unhappy as i was. and that's too bad.
i suppose i could come up with any number of excuses as to why i reacted like such a boar. misplaced and mismanaged expectations, things of that nature. but they all would be just that. excuses.
post-cancer, i had a good week at work and spent the past two days telling everyone i could how great i was feeling. then, this morning, i backslid. i saw a mole in the shower that i had never noticed before, came downstairs, got on the internet, and began trying to convince myself that "the other shoe", the one that would actually "get" me, was going to be skin cancer.
for several days last week, i wasn't a dick. then friday night, with some of those i hold most dear around me, i backslid and was a dick to them.
i am going to be a better man eventually. i still have a lot of work to do.
dear lord, let me help you...
...help me.
Monday, August 17, 2009
first day of school
(part two)
no, you are not mistaken. hannah did, in fact, start school last week. and, for that matter, caroline will be bumped up to her new class tomorrow. it was me that had that first day of school, queasy feeling as i headed into the store this morning.
i wasn't quite sure what to make of the feeling. lord knows that i am ready to get back into a routine that doesn't involve family feud being the highlight of my day (although, i do love me some feud!). i didn't ask for three weeks off. had i, the three weeks would have been spent doing something fun and i would've subtracted pain and inconvenience from the equation. i got the three weeks off anyway, though, and walking into the store felt exactly like i thought it would feel, like i had been gone for six months and not just almost one.
if i take a couple days in a row off or even go crazy and take a long weekend, the store suffers. that's not me tooting my own horn or me ragging on my staff. i love them all and they do great jobs most of the time. things just aren't quite the same or quite as efficient when i am not there. productivity dips. things are a little less straight. a little more finds its way through the cracks. driving in this morning, i think most of my anxiety was rooted in how much "we'll just wait 'til kevin gets back" that i would find.
i found plenty.
to be fair, the store didn't burn to the ground. my other managers stepped up in ways that my micro-managing self might not have allowed had i been around, and, in that regard, all parties, myself included, probably grew up a just little bit while i was away. it wasn't that i didn't trust them. it was that i trusted myself more. a flawed way of thinking, but my ways of thinking often are. no, the store didn't burn. not even close. there was some drama that'll have to be addressed (isn't there always?). some customers that were rubbed the wrong way (ditto). but nothing was broken that can't be fixed, and, boy, i do love fixing. fixing and hating the braves is what i do.
and so, tomorrow, there will be less to worry about. tomorrow will still be filled with "hey! welcome back!"'s, but i am ok with those. they make me feel warm. but tomorrow will feel more normal, and normal is something i've been searching for for a while now.
how normal at work will fit into our "new normal" will be decided as we get farther into things, but i am excited to find out.
and i am excited that think we've almost gotten past the point where every post here on HACAM feels like a diary entry.
not that there's anything wrong with that.
(part two)
no, you are not mistaken. hannah did, in fact, start school last week. and, for that matter, caroline will be bumped up to her new class tomorrow. it was me that had that first day of school, queasy feeling as i headed into the store this morning.
i wasn't quite sure what to make of the feeling. lord knows that i am ready to get back into a routine that doesn't involve family feud being the highlight of my day (although, i do love me some feud!). i didn't ask for three weeks off. had i, the three weeks would have been spent doing something fun and i would've subtracted pain and inconvenience from the equation. i got the three weeks off anyway, though, and walking into the store felt exactly like i thought it would feel, like i had been gone for six months and not just almost one.
if i take a couple days in a row off or even go crazy and take a long weekend, the store suffers. that's not me tooting my own horn or me ragging on my staff. i love them all and they do great jobs most of the time. things just aren't quite the same or quite as efficient when i am not there. productivity dips. things are a little less straight. a little more finds its way through the cracks. driving in this morning, i think most of my anxiety was rooted in how much "we'll just wait 'til kevin gets back" that i would find.
i found plenty.
to be fair, the store didn't burn to the ground. my other managers stepped up in ways that my micro-managing self might not have allowed had i been around, and, in that regard, all parties, myself included, probably grew up a just little bit while i was away. it wasn't that i didn't trust them. it was that i trusted myself more. a flawed way of thinking, but my ways of thinking often are. no, the store didn't burn. not even close. there was some drama that'll have to be addressed (isn't there always?). some customers that were rubbed the wrong way (ditto). but nothing was broken that can't be fixed, and, boy, i do love fixing. fixing and hating the braves is what i do.
and so, tomorrow, there will be less to worry about. tomorrow will still be filled with "hey! welcome back!"'s, but i am ok with those. they make me feel warm. but tomorrow will feel more normal, and normal is something i've been searching for for a while now.
how normal at work will fit into our "new normal" will be decided as we get farther into things, but i am excited to find out.
and i am excited that think we've almost gotten past the point where every post here on HACAM feels like a diary entry.
not that there's anything wrong with that.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
goddammit!!!
and with that expletive followed by my fist pounding the counter after the braves blew game one of their huge weekend series with the phillies, i may have just turned a corner.
i'll start back to work in a couple of days. monday, the 17th, would and will mark my return to what was and has been my normal routine for over three years now. but up until the braves reminded me why i hate them last night, i had been fairly nervous at the thought of getting back into the store. reason being, i haven't felt "right" yet, and i wasn't sure i ever would. since sarah went back to work last week, i've been trying every day to get up and about, trying to recondition my body into some semblance of shape knowing that it wouldn't be long before i had to actually earn a living again. and each day, i have been fighting a terrible feeling of dizziness mixed with headaches mixed with feeling "off" in such a way that it was really starting to freak me out. every night i would have an easy enough time falling asleep, but every night i would wake up sometime in between 2:00 and 3:00 in a panic. still waiting for the other shoe to drop, i would convince myself of all things terrible that could still be lurking in my body. i would scare myself with thoughts of how much or how little time i had left with my family. i went to the doctor this past wed. afternoon and told him my fears. he reassured me that, outside of the whole losing a kidney thing, my long-term prognosis was really good. he told me what i was feeling was normal. so did sarah. and sarah's dad. and kiker. and anyone else that bothered to hear me whine. but, what did they all know, right? they all had two kidneys. they weren't feeling what i felt. they couldn't possibly know what i was feeling, and they couldn't possibly tell me anything that would make my fears go away.
thursday night, sarah finally got fed up and dosed me with benadryl, hoping to drug me into a good night's rest. and it worked. and then yesterday, i wasn't quite as dizzy. i had a good daddy-day home with caroline (with a little help from amy and katie since i am, technically, not supposed to be lifting caroline yet). a good dinner with the family. and around 9:00, what do you know? i was cussing at the television again. for the first time in two months, i actually gave a damn about something other than myself. something trivial. something fun.
sure, i hate the braves. but, i love hating the braves. hating the braves is what i do. or used to do. until,...you know.
and so, maybe i turned a corner last night. or maybe i am setting myself up for a magnificent fall back to reality when the dizziness comes back in the morning.
either way, these last two days have been nice.
braves are tied 2-2 right now. they are going to lose. it's a matter of when, not if.
i hate the braves.
and with that expletive followed by my fist pounding the counter after the braves blew game one of their huge weekend series with the phillies, i may have just turned a corner.
i'll start back to work in a couple of days. monday, the 17th, would and will mark my return to what was and has been my normal routine for over three years now. but up until the braves reminded me why i hate them last night, i had been fairly nervous at the thought of getting back into the store. reason being, i haven't felt "right" yet, and i wasn't sure i ever would. since sarah went back to work last week, i've been trying every day to get up and about, trying to recondition my body into some semblance of shape knowing that it wouldn't be long before i had to actually earn a living again. and each day, i have been fighting a terrible feeling of dizziness mixed with headaches mixed with feeling "off" in such a way that it was really starting to freak me out. every night i would have an easy enough time falling asleep, but every night i would wake up sometime in between 2:00 and 3:00 in a panic. still waiting for the other shoe to drop, i would convince myself of all things terrible that could still be lurking in my body. i would scare myself with thoughts of how much or how little time i had left with my family. i went to the doctor this past wed. afternoon and told him my fears. he reassured me that, outside of the whole losing a kidney thing, my long-term prognosis was really good. he told me what i was feeling was normal. so did sarah. and sarah's dad. and kiker. and anyone else that bothered to hear me whine. but, what did they all know, right? they all had two kidneys. they weren't feeling what i felt. they couldn't possibly know what i was feeling, and they couldn't possibly tell me anything that would make my fears go away.
thursday night, sarah finally got fed up and dosed me with benadryl, hoping to drug me into a good night's rest. and it worked. and then yesterday, i wasn't quite as dizzy. i had a good daddy-day home with caroline (with a little help from amy and katie since i am, technically, not supposed to be lifting caroline yet). a good dinner with the family. and around 9:00, what do you know? i was cussing at the television again. for the first time in two months, i actually gave a damn about something other than myself. something trivial. something fun.
sure, i hate the braves. but, i love hating the braves. hating the braves is what i do. or used to do. until,...you know.
and so, maybe i turned a corner last night. or maybe i am setting myself up for a magnificent fall back to reality when the dizziness comes back in the morning.
either way, these last two days have been nice.
braves are tied 2-2 right now. they are going to lose. it's a matter of when, not if.
i hate the braves.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
first day of school
...i had another breakdown saturday afternoon. hannah and i were finishing up wall-e, wall-e and eve had just reconnected back on earth, and the same rush of emotion that struck while watching "the wedding dance" hit me again.
hannah was laying on top of me. i told her that i needed to get up. sarah looked up at me to see what i was up to. i looked at her, my eyes welled up, and it was over. i walked a couple of steps over to sarah and away from hannah, because i didn't want her to see me getting my blubbering idiot on. trying to contain the sobbing, some of the noises making their way out of me must have sounded like laughter. i remember hearing her ask sarah, "is daddy laughing?" i wasn't and, soon enough, she got the idea. a few minutes into the episode as i was beginning to compose myself, i felt something from behind me. hannah got up off the other couch, walked over to me, and covered me up with the blanket she had been using. i turned to her, tears still filling my eyes and held my arm out so that i could give her a big hug. the gesture, itself, would have been heartbreaking if my heart was not already broken. instead, in that moment, it was exactly what i needed to re-ground myself, compose and move forward with the day, the first order of business making sure i had not just scarred her for life.
...the surgery provided the reason"the out" that i needed to explain the emotional vomit away. we told her that my stomach was hurting and that seemed to ease her greater concerns. we threw in kung-fu panda and settled in for the rest of the afternoon. all in all, it was a weird day, but it turned out to be a really good day.
...this sweet-hearted, now truly big girl started school today. not "school" as we've defined it over the last four years. not daycare. not pre-k. elementary school, beginning with five year-old kindergarten. mrs. wells is her teacher. mrs. wells seems very nice and more than capable. mrs. wells seems to already be taken with hannah. no big surprise, right? look at that picture! she's just beautiful. but she's more than that. she's very smart. thoughtful. most of the time, reasonable. caring. she's a mobile "thin place" (that's for you, kathy). she's growing into being a wonderful big sister. and without hesitation or prompting saturday afternoon, she did what she could to take care of her daddy.
...i don't remember any of my first days of school. not one. definitely not kindergarten. i'll remember this one, though. i'll remember it and cherish it and attempt to dwell on it when the darker stuff tries to sneak in.
...hannah, i am so proud of you and how you handled this day. thank you for caring for me in ways you don't fully understand yet.
...i love you.
...(please forgive the spacing issues. grr, blogger!!)
Thursday, August 06, 2009
so long, spud jr.
to those that saw it (and marveled at his owner's neglect), it wasn't pretty. but in every way it was a carwreck, one that you couldn't take your eyes off of. and yet, monday, it was removed. the tumor/cyst/whateverthecrapitwas that my oldest cat had been carrying with him for many a year took a trip to the dumpster monday afternoon. spud's not speaking to reporters on the matter yet, but i think he's a more handsome cat for it. may it increase his and our quality of life for a while. you're welcome, spud, and i am sorry for being a horrible owner.
if working at psp has taught me anything, it is that pets are a magnificent distraction to their owner's lives in good ways and bad ways. and we need magnificent distractions. all of us do.
as i try and draw out of the haze of my last month and a half, i search for my next distraction. should i read more? take up walking? let andy talk me into one of his remaining adoptable puppies? play bunko? poker? buy a ps3 and spend the fall of 2009 hearkening back to the "good old days" when i wasted hundreds of hours of my life on madden and mvp? maybe i should let chip take me hunting, acquire the taste for "the kill" and tune in with nature while waiting around in the woods for my next helpless victim to fall prey to me and whatever i would name my gun...most likely "keyser soze". i need and am searching for something. i am open to suggestions. what do you think?
i am thinking about sacred cows.
i am thinking about pink elephants.
word of life the worship center.
huffman.
east lake.
what does it mean that trussville baptist looked around at schools that they could help and decided on chalkville elementary?
why did costa's bbq on chalkville mt. not work?
what are you searching for? i am looking for something tan-gi-ble.
magnificent distractions. tangents. detours. relative, to what? exactly. if working at psp has taught me anything, it's that ak-47's are overrated. it wasn't my life that flashed in front of my eyes that night. it was a dream. a facade. things that didn't matter and won't. it was alabama football and braves baseball and ribs and softball, because he was never going to shoot. at least, that's what i tell myself now.
looking down the barrel of that tumor, i didn't and don't see distractions. i did and do see sarah, and hannah and caroline and kiker and andy and my brother(s) and my family and my friends that i could go weeks without seeing or talking to but don't want to anymore. i saw what's now left of my church. i saw those that have made themselves happier by leaving us. and i saw that it was all good.
if what we talked about last night was what "you" are searching for, maybe we overextended ourselves in the 80's and 90's. and this today we are living in, this moment, this is the "course correction". maybe we became something perverted from the point. a show or a soap opera with a heart of gold and good intentions, but still a show. and this today, this moment, what if we are, only now, realizing the truth.
you are spinning (out of control) the truth, no?
possibly. i've never not been stupid. i've got to think this through. why remove the questions that seem uncomfortable before you make copies? i don't know. turn around.
magnificent distractions.
to those that saw it (and marveled at his owner's neglect), it wasn't pretty. but in every way it was a carwreck, one that you couldn't take your eyes off of. and yet, monday, it was removed. the tumor/cyst/whateverthecrapitwas that my oldest cat had been carrying with him for many a year took a trip to the dumpster monday afternoon. spud's not speaking to reporters on the matter yet, but i think he's a more handsome cat for it. may it increase his and our quality of life for a while. you're welcome, spud, and i am sorry for being a horrible owner.
if working at psp has taught me anything, it is that pets are a magnificent distraction to their owner's lives in good ways and bad ways. and we need magnificent distractions. all of us do.
as i try and draw out of the haze of my last month and a half, i search for my next distraction. should i read more? take up walking? let andy talk me into one of his remaining adoptable puppies? play bunko? poker? buy a ps3 and spend the fall of 2009 hearkening back to the "good old days" when i wasted hundreds of hours of my life on madden and mvp? maybe i should let chip take me hunting, acquire the taste for "the kill" and tune in with nature while waiting around in the woods for my next helpless victim to fall prey to me and whatever i would name my gun...most likely "keyser soze". i need and am searching for something. i am open to suggestions. what do you think?
i am thinking about sacred cows.
i am thinking about pink elephants.
huffman.
east lake.
what does it mean that trussville baptist looked around at schools that they could help and decided on chalkville elementary?
why did costa's bbq on chalkville mt. not work?
what are you searching for? i am looking for something tan-gi-ble.
magnificent distractions. tangents. detours. relative, to what? exactly. if working at psp has taught me anything, it's that ak-47's are overrated. it wasn't my life that flashed in front of my eyes that night. it was a dream. a facade. things that didn't matter and won't. it was alabama football and braves baseball and ribs and softball, because he was never going to shoot. at least, that's what i tell myself now.
looking down the barrel of that tumor, i didn't and don't see distractions. i did and do see sarah, and hannah and caroline and kiker and andy and my brother(s) and my family and my friends that i could go weeks without seeing or talking to but don't want to anymore. i saw what's now left of my church. i saw those that have made themselves happier by leaving us. and i saw that it was all good.
if what we talked about last night was what "you" are searching for, maybe we overextended ourselves in the 80's and 90's. and this today we are living in, this moment, this is the "course correction". maybe we became something perverted from the point. a show or a soap opera with a heart of gold and good intentions, but still a show. and this today, this moment, what if we are, only now, realizing the truth.
you are spinning (out of control) the truth, no?
possibly. i've never not been stupid. i've got to think this through. why remove the questions that seem uncomfortable before you make copies? i don't know. turn around.
magnificent distractions.
Monday, August 03, 2009
the "new normal"
i've spent an unhealthy amount of time in front of the computer on this, my first day of my "homebound" week. i've read many articles. digested, oh, so many columns. processed many pictures. and given myself a headache.
oh, and i also watched this again.
you've seen it. it's the wedding party entering in to chris brown's "forever". i don't know where i was, actually, that linked to it, but i went and watched the whole thing over again.
and i cried like a flipping baby. i am not talking about my eyes teared up at the joy that was seeing two people in love joining together with their friends to breathe new life into an old ceremony.
from about the 2:00 mark on, i was bawling. like someone i loved dearly had passed. and i have no idea why. maybe sarah or some other psycho-analyst can read the tea leaves and tell me what might have been going on in my head at the time. in my opinion, i was releasing...something. it felt kind of good. and kind of weird all at the same time.
goodness.
so, yeah. i think i am still coming to terms with the whole having "had" cancer thing.
i've spent an unhealthy amount of time in front of the computer on this, my first day of my "homebound" week. i've read many articles. digested, oh, so many columns. processed many pictures. and given myself a headache.
oh, and i also watched this again.
you've seen it. it's the wedding party entering in to chris brown's "forever". i don't know where i was, actually, that linked to it, but i went and watched the whole thing over again.
and i cried like a flipping baby. i am not talking about my eyes teared up at the joy that was seeing two people in love joining together with their friends to breathe new life into an old ceremony.
from about the 2:00 mark on, i was bawling. like someone i loved dearly had passed. and i have no idea why. maybe sarah or some other psycho-analyst can read the tea leaves and tell me what might have been going on in my head at the time. in my opinion, i was releasing...something. it felt kind of good. and kind of weird all at the same time.
goodness.
so, yeah. i think i am still coming to terms with the whole having "had" cancer thing.
Friday, July 31, 2009
hannah and caroline and my sick one kidney
well, it's been a heavy month, yeah? at the beginning of july, i was on antibiotics for what my primary care physician coined a "really bad infection". two days after beginning the antibiotic, the only symptom that has presented itself throughout this entire endeavor began to clear up...only to come back a few days later.
and then the trip to see a urologist, dr. wade. i was with him for less than an hour, but the news he shared with me would change my outlook on life, if not my actual life, forever. a mass, now confirmed to be malignant, was found growing inside my right kidney.
whoa.
three weeks later, i find my way to the hospital to have the kidney removed. a day later, i receive the best news possible, that the tumor is completely contained and isolated in the kidney, the cancerous cells having not even moved into the margins of the affected organ. the doctor tells us to "celebrate" the good news. we take a deep breath. we move on to recovering from the surgery, itself.
the last week has been a trying one. i have never experienced consistent pain like i have over the last seven days. i went without pain medication for the first time last night. my staples have been removed. i am still a week away from driving, probably over two from returning full time to work. i am not very good at just sitting around. my mind goes to too many dark places.
i am ready to get out of the house again. ready to spend some time with friends again. ready to play softball again (even though that's several weeks off). that being said, this week has been a unique one at home. sarah and i don't have a whole lot of time to ourselves anymore. and even though she's been playing the role of nurse, it's been good to have the time.
it's kind of sad that this weekend will mark the beginning of a return to our new normal. i won't have my first follow-up scan for three months. after recovering from surgery, it will be back to business as usual for a while. by time for my next panic attack, hannah will have started kindergarten. wow. my big girl. caroline, hopefully, will be just a little less "terrible" as she turns two. i'll eventually get back on the field. we'll be getting ready for advent and a trip to georgia for some turkey and dressing. kinda weird. life marches on. i guess it's time to get back on the train and stop feeling sorry for myself.
i hope things will be less heavy here. HACAM hasn't been a whole lot of fun over the last month. and i hate that. this is one of my truly enjoyable escapes, and i want to get back to talking some about the braves that are trying to maintain my interest and the beginning of the college football season being close enough to taste at this point.
let's face it, though. my life and this blog has now seen it's "game-changer". here's hoping that i can incorporate my and our new normal into what used to be a lot of fun around here before the kidney thing went down. there are too many good and relevant things going on in my life that will affect my girls' lives not to make note of them, right?
no more whammies.
well, it's been a heavy month, yeah? at the beginning of july, i was on antibiotics for what my primary care physician coined a "really bad infection". two days after beginning the antibiotic, the only symptom that has presented itself throughout this entire endeavor began to clear up...only to come back a few days later.
and then the trip to see a urologist, dr. wade. i was with him for less than an hour, but the news he shared with me would change my outlook on life, if not my actual life, forever. a mass, now confirmed to be malignant, was found growing inside my right kidney.
whoa.
three weeks later, i find my way to the hospital to have the kidney removed. a day later, i receive the best news possible, that the tumor is completely contained and isolated in the kidney, the cancerous cells having not even moved into the margins of the affected organ. the doctor tells us to "celebrate" the good news. we take a deep breath. we move on to recovering from the surgery, itself.
the last week has been a trying one. i have never experienced consistent pain like i have over the last seven days. i went without pain medication for the first time last night. my staples have been removed. i am still a week away from driving, probably over two from returning full time to work. i am not very good at just sitting around. my mind goes to too many dark places.
i am ready to get out of the house again. ready to spend some time with friends again. ready to play softball again (even though that's several weeks off). that being said, this week has been a unique one at home. sarah and i don't have a whole lot of time to ourselves anymore. and even though she's been playing the role of nurse, it's been good to have the time.
it's kind of sad that this weekend will mark the beginning of a return to our new normal. i won't have my first follow-up scan for three months. after recovering from surgery, it will be back to business as usual for a while. by time for my next panic attack, hannah will have started kindergarten. wow. my big girl. caroline, hopefully, will be just a little less "terrible" as she turns two. i'll eventually get back on the field. we'll be getting ready for advent and a trip to georgia for some turkey and dressing. kinda weird. life marches on. i guess it's time to get back on the train and stop feeling sorry for myself.
i hope things will be less heavy here. HACAM hasn't been a whole lot of fun over the last month. and i hate that. this is one of my truly enjoyable escapes, and i want to get back to talking some about the braves that are trying to maintain my interest and the beginning of the college football season being close enough to taste at this point.
let's face it, though. my life and this blog has now seen it's "game-changer". here's hoping that i can incorporate my and our new normal into what used to be a lot of fun around here before the kidney thing went down. there are too many good and relevant things going on in my life that will affect my girls' lives not to make note of them, right?
no more whammies.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
hannah and caroline and my sick kidney
(part three)
short and sweet this time around. my day-before-surgery "preparation" will call me back to the bathroom soon.
i am feeling ok about things this afternoon, and i thought it might be worth my time to document that. i worry. that's what i do. i can't claim that all of the fears that have ravaged my imagination and led to night after night of bad sleep are no longer there.
but fear is such a silly thing anyway, isn't it? the way that it manifests itself to me is probably different than you. and that's natural, of course. more than anything else in the last three weeks, i've been reminded at how immature my faith still is. how, in spite of immersing myself in the bible and church and god for the last ten-plus years, i could not have felt and feel more inadequate or unqualified at the thought of having served as a spokesman for god for the last however many years. people should listen to me, why? i probably know more bible trivia than most of you. fantastic. that hasn't helped me at all the last three weeks.
the only thing that has helped has been grasping, with new understanding and enlightenment, that i am not in control. but that there are many, many people (probably most that i've never even met) praying for me. for my health. for my peace of mind. for a calmness. for my family. for my future. all on behalf of a god that i know loves me very much. what a gift. what a gift that i will never be able to pay back. pretty overwhelming.
my surgery will be at 7:00 tomorrow morning. i know you will be there with me.
talk to you soon.
good-bye, right kidney. we had a good run. i am sorry you decided you'd be better off serving as fertile ground for some silly mass/tumor/whatever it ends up being. where did that get you? homeless, that's where. homeless and alone.
i am glad i am not alone.
(part three)
short and sweet this time around. my day-before-surgery "preparation" will call me back to the bathroom soon.
i am feeling ok about things this afternoon, and i thought it might be worth my time to document that. i worry. that's what i do. i can't claim that all of the fears that have ravaged my imagination and led to night after night of bad sleep are no longer there.
but fear is such a silly thing anyway, isn't it? the way that it manifests itself to me is probably different than you. and that's natural, of course. more than anything else in the last three weeks, i've been reminded at how immature my faith still is. how, in spite of immersing myself in the bible and church and god for the last ten-plus years, i could not have felt and feel more inadequate or unqualified at the thought of having served as a spokesman for god for the last however many years. people should listen to me, why? i probably know more bible trivia than most of you. fantastic. that hasn't helped me at all the last three weeks.
the only thing that has helped has been grasping, with new understanding and enlightenment, that i am not in control. but that there are many, many people (probably most that i've never even met) praying for me. for my health. for my peace of mind. for a calmness. for my family. for my future. all on behalf of a god that i know loves me very much. what a gift. what a gift that i will never be able to pay back. pretty overwhelming.
my surgery will be at 7:00 tomorrow morning. i know you will be there with me.
talk to you soon.
good-bye, right kidney. we had a good run. i am sorry you decided you'd be better off serving as fertile ground for some silly mass/tumor/whatever it ends up being. where did that get you? homeless, that's where. homeless and alone.
i am glad i am not alone.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
hannah and caroline and my sick kidney
(part two)
((to the beach))
after the doctor broke the news to me a couple weeks ago tomorrow, we moved to scheduling what would and will be the inevitable. the surgery. he asked me if i had any "big plans" over the next couple of weeks that he would need to take under advisement when finding a good time to remove the kidney with the big mass in it. the only thing i had going on was our family long-weekend to the beach, i told him. he talked to his assistant and came back with the date of july 23rd. i told him that i'd be more than happy to postpone or cancel, altogether, the trip if that enhanced my chances of a full recovery. he appreciated the notion, but told me i would be fine to go and it would probably be good for me and my family to have the trip to take my mind off the procedure and recovery to come.
leaving that thursday, i wasn't sure what i should think about having to wait three weeks to have the surgery. was he just allowing me the vacation because he knew (and i worried) that it would probably be the last vacation i would ever get to take??? thankfully, i've been told otherwise and i've let (most of) that irrational fear go.
a lot has changed inside my head over the last two weeks. i've gone from being a complete and total emotional wreck to almost coming to terms with the idea that i am going to be fine. "fine" will be different than how i might have defined it this time two weeks ago. back then, "fine" definitely would have included having two kidneys. since then, though, i've heard story after story about people living long and healthy lives with one after having the other removed. i've heard stories about people being born with one kidney. and i try and remind myself many times every day that doctors would not allow people to donate kidneys if you couldn't get well enough along without one.
no, missing a kidney will be different than missing my appendix or tonsils. but if my grandmother can do this, i can freaking do this, right? i told that grandmother and my aunt today, when they stopped in the store to say "hey", that 99 percent of my last few days i feel very good about my future and my new "fine". yet, there is still that 1 percent that sneaks in and scares me when i least expect it. i guess that may always be a part of my new "fine". or maybe, some months or years down the road, that may go away too. i hope so. i pray so.
and so, tomorrow we go to the beach, the first time sarah and i have traveled anywhere since our honeymoon for several consecutive days that wasn't with a group from the church or with other family. not that all of those trips weren't incredibly special in their own right, but i think the timing of this trip and the way in which it will be unique will be good for all of us. i really do.
i don't know if i'll promise another update before the surgery. i am sure when i am home and have way too much time on my hands while mending, i'll make up here for all the lost time. as cool as documenting each day leading up to the big event may have seemed last week, not thinking about it quite so much has been cooler.
maybe if my anxiety isn't registering too high next wednesday (while i am at home "preparing" for the surgery), i'll drop a quick note in to wish myself and my girls and my blog well. if not, though, i beg of you for continued good thoughts and good prayers if you have the time. and i thank you for any moment that you have spent with your mind towards my and my family's situation the last couple of weeks. i've told several people over the last few days that i truly believe much of my current peace of mind has arrived via the power of prayer and the miraculous ways that god allows for us to speak to him and one another without ever saying anything out loud.
i am completely floored and flattered that you would share a moment of your time with and for me. thank you.
time to go get a sunburn.
(part two)
((to the beach))
after the doctor broke the news to me a couple weeks ago tomorrow, we moved to scheduling what would and will be the inevitable. the surgery. he asked me if i had any "big plans" over the next couple of weeks that he would need to take under advisement when finding a good time to remove the kidney with the big mass in it. the only thing i had going on was our family long-weekend to the beach, i told him. he talked to his assistant and came back with the date of july 23rd. i told him that i'd be more than happy to postpone or cancel, altogether, the trip if that enhanced my chances of a full recovery. he appreciated the notion, but told me i would be fine to go and it would probably be good for me and my family to have the trip to take my mind off the procedure and recovery to come.
leaving that thursday, i wasn't sure what i should think about having to wait three weeks to have the surgery. was he just allowing me the vacation because he knew (and i worried) that it would probably be the last vacation i would ever get to take??? thankfully, i've been told otherwise and i've let (most of) that irrational fear go.
a lot has changed inside my head over the last two weeks. i've gone from being a complete and total emotional wreck to almost coming to terms with the idea that i am going to be fine. "fine" will be different than how i might have defined it this time two weeks ago. back then, "fine" definitely would have included having two kidneys. since then, though, i've heard story after story about people living long and healthy lives with one after having the other removed. i've heard stories about people being born with one kidney. and i try and remind myself many times every day that doctors would not allow people to donate kidneys if you couldn't get well enough along without one.
no, missing a kidney will be different than missing my appendix or tonsils. but if my grandmother can do this, i can freaking do this, right? i told that grandmother and my aunt today, when they stopped in the store to say "hey", that 99 percent of my last few days i feel very good about my future and my new "fine". yet, there is still that 1 percent that sneaks in and scares me when i least expect it. i guess that may always be a part of my new "fine". or maybe, some months or years down the road, that may go away too. i hope so. i pray so.
and so, tomorrow we go to the beach, the first time sarah and i have traveled anywhere since our honeymoon for several consecutive days that wasn't with a group from the church or with other family. not that all of those trips weren't incredibly special in their own right, but i think the timing of this trip and the way in which it will be unique will be good for all of us. i really do.
i don't know if i'll promise another update before the surgery. i am sure when i am home and have way too much time on my hands while mending, i'll make up here for all the lost time. as cool as documenting each day leading up to the big event may have seemed last week, not thinking about it quite so much has been cooler.
maybe if my anxiety isn't registering too high next wednesday (while i am at home "preparing" for the surgery), i'll drop a quick note in to wish myself and my girls and my blog well. if not, though, i beg of you for continued good thoughts and good prayers if you have the time. and i thank you for any moment that you have spent with your mind towards my and my family's situation the last couple of weeks. i've told several people over the last few days that i truly believe much of my current peace of mind has arrived via the power of prayer and the miraculous ways that god allows for us to speak to him and one another without ever saying anything out loud.
i am completely floored and flattered that you would share a moment of your time with and for me. thank you.
time to go get a sunburn.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
hannah and caroline and my sick kidney
(part one)
nine days away from the blog just may be a record for me. i am not interested enough to do the research to find out or not, so we'll just agree that it's been a while.
i don't have a ton to say today other than i felt like i wanted to, at least, open this topic up here in an effort towards wrapping my head around the idea of documenting the next couple weeks leading up to my surgery and then during the recovery portion of the program.
(to those that this post might serve as an announcement, i was diagnosed with a mass in my right kidney last thursday that will require the kidney's removal on july 23rd. if it catches you off guard, i do apologize and only ask for your prayers and positive thoughts for myself and my family over the next few weeks as we dig in and take this unexpected news and realize it now as our new normal. the word "normal" has never felt so weird and foreign to me as it has the last few days.)
there have been moments (and i know there will continue to be) over the last few days, that this discovery and "what it all means" to my life moving forward has completely taken me over. the panic attacks that i've been able to rationalize away for the last however many years are not pushed back so easily anymore. having tangible evidence presented to you that says "something is not right here" is just the thing that i've always worried about. i suppose my approach has been something along the lines of "if i take my umbrella in with me, it won't rain." that being, if i thought negatively enough about what could go wrong, maybe all those negative thoughts and mental torment would be a fair substitute for something actual. note to self: that didn't work.
i've been told that the mass/tumor being there is just a bad break relative to my age. i've been told that i am lucky that if something like this were to show up in my body, at least it happened in a place where i have a capable replacement waiting to carry the full load. i have been told by my doctor that i will be considered for the rest of my life in the same way any kidney donor would. i'll be monitored, sure, but i'll drink the same things, eat the same things, and do the same things i am already used to doing. in my rational moments, i can accept this train of thought. there is a part of me that thinks i could even embrace it at some point. i have no doubt it my mind that had i two healthy kidneys at my disposal and one of my family or friends needed an extra, i would be the first in line to step up and offer one for the greater good. no problem. today, i hope and pray for this best case scenario.
i have many more irrational fears that i won't go into detail with today. maybe later. maybe not. we'll just see. most of them center around if i was so unlucky to have this mass form in me at such a young age, do all the other more favorable percentages actually apply to me anymore? i am sure they do. i hope they do. that's just what i fear. i hope that's ok. and i want, more than anything, for someone to prove my fears silly sooner rather than later.
this journey will have it's ups and downs, just like any journey in life. i know that. i hope that soon i can provide testimony to those whose own peace of mind might need it that something quite scary can be turned into something quite positive.
i don't know if i've ever believed "everything happens for a reason", but i do believe in god, his son as my savior, the power to heal and the power to grow wise through experience, good and bad.
this is bad. but not so bad that it can't be overcome. i am going to overcome it and i'll be better for it. please help me see this through.
i love you, my wife. i love you, my beautiful girls. i love you, my friends that are already caring and praying for me.
this is not the end. this is just a new chapter.
(part one)
nine days away from the blog just may be a record for me. i am not interested enough to do the research to find out or not, so we'll just agree that it's been a while.
i don't have a ton to say today other than i felt like i wanted to, at least, open this topic up here in an effort towards wrapping my head around the idea of documenting the next couple weeks leading up to my surgery and then during the recovery portion of the program.
(to those that this post might serve as an announcement, i was diagnosed with a mass in my right kidney last thursday that will require the kidney's removal on july 23rd. if it catches you off guard, i do apologize and only ask for your prayers and positive thoughts for myself and my family over the next few weeks as we dig in and take this unexpected news and realize it now as our new normal. the word "normal" has never felt so weird and foreign to me as it has the last few days.)
there have been moments (and i know there will continue to be) over the last few days, that this discovery and "what it all means" to my life moving forward has completely taken me over. the panic attacks that i've been able to rationalize away for the last however many years are not pushed back so easily anymore. having tangible evidence presented to you that says "something is not right here" is just the thing that i've always worried about. i suppose my approach has been something along the lines of "if i take my umbrella in with me, it won't rain." that being, if i thought negatively enough about what could go wrong, maybe all those negative thoughts and mental torment would be a fair substitute for something actual. note to self: that didn't work.
i've been told that the mass/tumor being there is just a bad break relative to my age. i've been told that i am lucky that if something like this were to show up in my body, at least it happened in a place where i have a capable replacement waiting to carry the full load. i have been told by my doctor that i will be considered for the rest of my life in the same way any kidney donor would. i'll be monitored, sure, but i'll drink the same things, eat the same things, and do the same things i am already used to doing. in my rational moments, i can accept this train of thought. there is a part of me that thinks i could even embrace it at some point. i have no doubt it my mind that had i two healthy kidneys at my disposal and one of my family or friends needed an extra, i would be the first in line to step up and offer one for the greater good. no problem. today, i hope and pray for this best case scenario.
i have many more irrational fears that i won't go into detail with today. maybe later. maybe not. we'll just see. most of them center around if i was so unlucky to have this mass form in me at such a young age, do all the other more favorable percentages actually apply to me anymore? i am sure they do. i hope they do. that's just what i fear. i hope that's ok. and i want, more than anything, for someone to prove my fears silly sooner rather than later.
this journey will have it's ups and downs, just like any journey in life. i know that. i hope that soon i can provide testimony to those whose own peace of mind might need it that something quite scary can be turned into something quite positive.
i don't know if i've ever believed "everything happens for a reason", but i do believe in god, his son as my savior, the power to heal and the power to grow wise through experience, good and bad.
this is bad. but not so bad that it can't be overcome. i am going to overcome it and i'll be better for it. please help me see this through.
i love you, my wife. i love you, my beautiful girls. i love you, my friends that are already caring and praying for me.
this is not the end. this is just a new chapter.
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