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Turning into Andy

So slowly I've been turning into Andy Kaufman. I find much humor in situation where I don't have an audience. Saying and doing things in the wrong situation so that people don't know what to do is a real hoot. And totally inappropriate.

In some respects I've always been this way, but as I age, or become more psychotic however you prefer it called, I get much bolder and care less about dancing with our language. I kind of took a turn a few years ago when fast food drive through order takers would get overly friendly. Or more familiar than they should be. Not that I mind, it just gives me an 'in'. So if they say something like, "how's it going today?" through the speaker, I'll tell them and proceed to start a conversation with them. It of course makes them very uncomfortable and totally makes my day.

Or for some reason the girls taking orders at the pizza place up the road when getting my name will always say. "can I have your name?" I usually have one of two replies, if they have a name tag that says say 'Jennifer', i might say "well i think Jennifer is a much better name for you but if you want to use mine go right ahead." Or maybe I'll say, "no, i need it for myself.". They never get it, and the blank stare is priceless. But only to me.

My newest one is my favorite. When I go shopping I try to find that one woman who thought she could sneak out of the house and quick grab something from the grocery store looking as bad as possible in her worst grubby clothes. If I'm sure the last thought to cross her mind when she left her house is, "god, I hope I don't run into anyone I know!!" That's my target. I then proceed to get in the same aisle as her and check her out a little just so enough so she knows I'm checking her out. I'm sure this will back fire on me at some point, but right now the apparent mortification is priceless.

Putting a bow on the experiment.

Well it's over. None of the athletes qualified for the state meet. A few were close including one of my high jumpers. Even though we didn't have any qualifiers it was actually a good finish as a number kids had their best meet of the year at the end. A solid note to go out on.

We had our banquet on Sunday and while it was sad to see it end and to think I might not be back with these kids it was nice in that I felt appreciated by the parents of the kids that I coached and maybe even the coaches. I think they want me back.

So will I be back? The first question is, "was I inspired as I hoped I would be?". The answer is yes. I'm good at it, and I definitely have a passion for it. So with that said it is my intention to coach again. The next question is if it will be at the same school.

The school is really the perfect situation for me, I don't like being a favorite and relish the underdog role. What I don't like is feeling resigned to a certain fate. I'm not sure the staff really believes that they can overcome their obstacles. And maybe they can't, but what's the use of sport if you can't believe you can over come. Plus I really want a bigger role next year. I'm not sure it's available for me at this school.

So while the bigger question is answered it introduces a number of smaller ones. But that is good, as it sets me off on a course. Direction, some framework of moving forward. Afterall that was the goal of the experiment.