Let the Games Begin...

This is by far my favorite time of year for sports.  I love the beginning of the NCAA basketball tourney because it is a time for teams to start anew for a three-week fight to the finish.  It's a time to cheer for the underdog and find yourself on the edge of your seat while watching your new favorite team try to keep your bracket from falling apart. 
The weeks leading up the championship game is what basketball fans love to call March Madness.  In recent years my family has gotten into the tournament hype.  We each filled out our NCAA brackets and have a friendly $50 pot waiting for the winner.  I like to think I have the edge since I follow basketball more closely than anyone else in the house.  However, it never fails, my over-analyzing always gets the best of me.  My wife and son generally both outscore me - but not this year. 
The predictions have been made, so it is time to let the games begin. 

A New Experience...

My wife and I have always challenged our children to try new things.  This year they went above and beyond to push us to new limits.
My oldest son has always enjoyed playing basketball, baseball, and football.  Those were the three sports I enjoyed the most and have really learned to love over the years.  This year he decided to add wrestling into the mix.  My wife and I didn't know a lot about the sport but have really enjoyed watching him and his friends enjoy some success throughout the year.  My wife really made a 180 degree turn from Day 1 when she tried to convince him he really didn't want to wrestle.  She now is one of the biggest fans, and strangely enough, will be sad when the season ends.
My youngest son has said for years he wants to show pigs at the fair.  We do not know the first thing about raising pigs, but we are about to become a pig farming family.  The location took care of itself as a friend offered us a place to keep them which is nearby.  We began attending Swine Club meetings and sat through a 2 1/2 hour training session today.  I must say the learning curve will be very large for us as we absorb as much information as possible.  When we return from spring break we will soon be in the pig business as we attend auctions looking to buy three pigs.  We were told we should probably have an extra pig for the boys in case something happens to one.  I'm sure, like wrestling, we will soon learn to appreciate what this is all about.  In fact, I'm afraid my wife will really fall in love with the little guys and will hate to see them go. 
I guess it's true when they say you're never too old to learn new things.

Potential...

I was reminded today of just how important it is to recognize those students who work so hard despite the toughest challenges in their lives.  We have so many students who would love nothing more than to have the ability to                                  (You name it... jump higher, master their math facts, read books at the next level, spell the tougher words, etc.).  These students push themselves day in and day out to reach those goals.  Some hit their mark while others come up just a bit short.  Regardless of the destination, their journey has one common link... perserverance.
Too often, I meet with students who have the potential yet they don't want to perservere because the road is blocked by too many hurdles.  Although we would love to take that potential and place it in the body of those who work so hard, that's unfortunately not the way it works.  I may never understand why some students struggle, but I know we are all better because of their efforts.  Take a minute to recognize one of your strugglers in the next day or two and remind them the perserverance will pay off in a big way.

What a Weekend...

We're approaching bedtime on this beautiful Sunday, and I'm really wishing we could have that extra hour back.  Our family had a hectic weekend, but it was a lot of fun.  After spending Saturday morning and afternoon at Upward for my younger son, the two of us made a mad dash for Fort Wayne to see my wife and other son (we made it just in time for his 4:30 game).  We had a little time to relax while we enjoyed dinner in Fort Wayne (and of course some shopping to complete my wife's agenda).  We made it home around 10:00 (or should I say 11:00 - either way we were about to lose an hour before morning).  The alarm was set for 5:30 so we could get ready for an early morning tip-off in Fort Wayne.  We made it back to Fort Wayne and were prepared for an exciting semi-final.   Unfortunately we came up on the short end of an overtime game which had many lead changes along the way.  We enjoyed some time with team members and families for a late breakfast followed by a quick shopping stop. 
We were able to make it home for an enjoyable afternoon in the sun.  I finally was able to complete some items on my spring checklist (get the grill ready, bring the patio furniture up to the house, put the snow items away, etc.).  Of course a beautiful spring day would not be complete without some baseball in the backyard and a nice long run (I missed yesterday's run so I had to combine the two distances for a nice 10-mile adventure... much more enjoyable in 60 degree temps.). 
I think our schedule was really thrown off with the tournament.  I can't remember the last time we did not attend church.  My youngest son will really be bummed when he's reminded we have school tomorrow.  It's much more enjoyable facing the weeks when you know spring temperatures are in the forecast. 

Sting Operation...

I generally look forward to Saturdays as a time to sleep in just a little after the normal 4:30 alarms throughout the work week.  I start each workday with a run or other workout, but on the weekends I can usually enjoy a later run outside.  Today started out much different than most Saturdays.  You see, lately I have had to report a problem with my newspaper delivery.  In fact, many days in the past 2+ months, the paper has either been missing from my paper box or has only consisted of a partial delivery (Business section only).   I am not a big newspaper guy, but I do enjoy looking at the day's headlines and taking some extra time to read the daily sports report.  I could probably do without a weekday paper, but I was surprised to see the cost was actually less for a daily delivery than it was for weekends only, so I have gone ahead with the daily paper for the past 2 or 3 years. 
I first thought the missing paper (or section) was a delivery error and began calling each time the paper was missing.  The calls became more frequent and my suspicion began to grow.  I decided today would be Day1 of my private sting operation.  Having already passed my usual wake-up time, I was tossing and turning when I heard a truck passing the house at 5:00 a.m.  I looked outside and realized the paper was delivered and decided to come downstairs to set up my lookout post.  That's where I am right now. 
I already checked the box and noticed a perfect delivery.  All (3) sections were seurely tucked away - well done, paper delivery man (or woman).  I decided if this was a case of a stolen paper, to make it easier for my thief, I needed to make it more accessible.  So... I positioned my paper in a way that would be easy to grab while making just a brief stop along the way.  Game on....
I hate to suspect a neighborhood thief, but this problem has continued to worsen.  Surely my delivery person would get tired of the constant complaints from this address and pay more attention to the delivery at this location.  In fact, I would really feel bad if it was a thief because my delivery person is probably reprimanded when he or she is actually doing the job correctly each day.  
I have been at my post for nearly 75 minutes and have not had a single car go by the house.  What if I don't catch the thief today?  What if there really isn't a thief?  What will I do if I do catch a neighborly thief?   I'm not sure what my next step will be.
I really don't like the idea of all this down time.  In fact, the 75 minutes I have taken so far could have been used to run the (7) miles I need to log at some point today.  I really need to start my day.  But for now I'll wait... and wait some more...

To be continued..... 

They Grow So Quickly....

Tonight we celebrated the end of another Upward Basketball season.  Hundreds of students ages K - 6th grade gathered at the church to take part in various games as a celebration to wrap up the 2012 basketball season.  The players and cheerleaders were able to choose from inflatable games, face painting, dunk tanks, jousting, concessions, and so many other options.  The kids had a great time. I was excited to be working alongside my older son as we supervised one of the inflatable bouncy tents.  It didn't take long to realize he was much more interested in the text messages he received than supervising the tent.  He did give it a good effort for awhile but found an out when my wife was ready to leave.  It was worth a shot to think we could make it a good night, and to be honest, we did share some laughs and joke around with a number of children before he decided to call it a night.  I guess the older our children get, the more the memories change.  I have to learn to speak his language and accept the changes in his life as he grows.  I'm learning to accept the changes and make the most of the time we do spend together.

PTL for PTO

There are so many unsung heroes who help support local schools.  Today we held our annual chicken BBQ for our school and raised a significant amount of money to support student activities and help provide money for classroom teachers to buy supplies.  Our PTO has done a tremendous job in recent years volunteering their time to generate enough money to support our budget.  You might say I'm forced to say that if you only knew that my wife is a co-president.  I will honestly say that has helped me better understand the responsibilities and the time involved, but I have always known it has not been a glamorous job.  Despite the challenges, we have found many wonderful individuals who have teamed together to make it work each and every year.  For that I am truly grateful. Job well done, PTO!