I know all of you were going into withdrawals last week due
to my absence from the blog and were developing early stage dementia due to the
lack of sarcasm in your life. Well you can stop frothing at the mouth and
sticking your remote in the freezer because your annual dose of medication is
here.
Two weeks ago I talked about some bucket list items that still
need completion before I play that final match in the sky. One of the main
items on that list was visiting every 50 states and the spring break trip helped
the cause by taking one more state off the list. Yes, Florida is now
highlighted on the big board!
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Only 28 more to go! |
Whenever you go to a new place there’s always a chance to
learn about yourself. For example, going to Los Angeles taught me that I dislike
Los Angeles and going to Alabama proved my intuition correct that I never want
to live there. I learned quite a few things in Florida which I will be more
than happy to enlighten you with.
I Like Losing Things
on Spring Break
This one will come as no surprise to my mother, but I have an
absolute affinity for losing things on spring break trips. This year I lost my
hat, not once, but twice; at the same tennis center no less. The first time
Mike Janssen’s mother picked it up thinking it was one of the players. Sadly
the hat belonged to one of the “adults” in charge: me (as scary as that sounds).
Upon receiving my hat I promptly left it at the same tennis center the very
next day. I remembered the hat only after I left the complex, so I did the
responsible thing and asked freshmen Zack Decker (aka Butters) to grab it for
me.
It was actually a good spring break in that I didn’t lose
anything permanently which is not usually the case. Two years ago on a spring
break tennis trip to California I was the proud owner of a black fitted team
hat and Nike team pullover. I was so proud of these items that I decided to unknowingly
donate them to some nice person working for Avis at LAX. You can imagine my
surprise when I got home after the trip and realized that I had left some of my
most prized possessions in the rental car. This, however, is not as bad as what I
did my freshmen year of college on a trip to St. Louis. We spent one night in
a hotel on the way to St. Louis and checked out the following morning to
continue our journey. When we arrived to play Washington University I was
perplexed by my inability to find my court shoes in my bag. It was at this time
that I had a revelation: I left my shoes in the hotel room!! It’s no wonder
that I lost my matches to Wash U and that other team we played during the trip.
Who was that? Oh yeah, some school from Iowa called Coe College. Now you all
know why I lost that doubles match to Tom Jennings. And to top it all off, my
shoes were full of my winnings from our previous day’s poker game. I lost my
shoes and the ability to buy more.
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You're doing this all wrong Fernando, trust me |
My Phone Hates
Florida
I enjoyed my time in Florida like an old person at a 4pm
dinner. My phone, on the other hand, did not like it one bit. The thing really
has a mind of its own. Normally I have good battery life, but the second we
landed in Florida my phone went on a power binge that sucked everything out of
it in 4 hours. It’s like upon realizing we were in a different time zone my
phone became a power hungry, self-destructive force that would make Kim Jong Un
proud.
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So my phone is Dennis Rodman? |
On those rare occasions when my phone wasn't being a drain on
the local electrical grid it decided since there was so much sunshine in
Florida I didn’t really need a backlight to see the screen. That’s more of a
luxury, really. When I received text messages I had to use the voice function
on my phone, so it would read them to me. There is never a more awkward situation than
having your incoming text messages pronounced out loud by an electronic voice
in a hotel lobby. It is simultaneously frustrating and thrilling to respond to
a text message from a random number in your contacts list. I just assumed all
incoming messages were from my mother, so I ended every reply with an “I love
you” just to be on the safe side.
I Have Corrupted the
Team
I’m like a bad computer system and come prepackaged with a
variety of sayings to pull out at inappropriate times. Most of these are from
my own playing days and include a cheer for every situation on the tennis
court. If you break your opponent, that is the opportune time to inform
EVERYONE within a mile vicinity of this accomplishment by yell, “That’s a break
Kohawks!!” If you happen to win the set then the amplitude is obviously doubled
with the yelling of, “That’s a set Kohawks!!!!” (double the exclamation marks
means double the sound). This works in a variety of different situations. After
screaming about a break and subsequently holding you can scream “double flip”
as you run to flip the score card to indicate the updated score. Of course
there are other things to yell even if a break or set hasn’t been won. It’s
always a good idea to randomly inform the other team that “the pain train is
coming”; “you’re gonna get it”; and if you’re feeling especially sprite, “They
Don’t Want It!!”
You can imagine my happiness/dismay when during one
particular match I heard court 1 yelling about a break, court 2 yelling double
flip, and court 3 informing us all of how much the other team did not want it. I
realized then that I have created a monster.
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My God, what have I done!? |
And it extends past on court exclamations. According to
Kris, Coach Rodgers now talks with a little more twang during team huddles, and
he’s not even aware of it (I’m a little proud of that one). My most pervasive
influence on the team is with saying the words “my bad.” I unknowingly instituted
this sometime this semester and we say it with a special twist: instead of
properly pronouncing the “a” we drag out the vowel to almost an “e” and nearly
give this 3 letter word 2 syllables. It’s like melding the word “bad” and “bed”
into a new word, “baaeeed.” What’s sad is this pronunciation is so ingrained we
don’t realize we’re doing it anymore. I came to this conclusion after a text
message from my aforementioned phone-of-satan at 2:00am. When my phone went off
the other coaches looked up at me and I, while still half asleep,
calmly said, “my baaeeed” and reached for my phone.