I was fully intending to spend this time berating the Michigan coaching staff for not taking enough risks during the game. There was no way we were going to win that game by being more physical. We just had to be trickier. I feel like I saw too many attempts to run it up the center and not enough short routes and long runs. In retrospect, we did a good job, just not good enough. I will leave it at that. Lets see how the rest of the season plays out. 11 and 1 sounds good to me. Although, Devon Gardener needs to learn not to panic.
On Sunday, I slept until about noon, which meant that I was a little late to the field hockey game. When I showed up, Penn State appeared to have the advantage and we were on the defensive. This totally changed in the second half. We looked like the team that I love watching. Why to I love this team? They are just masters at ball control. The passes are precise to say the least. They can dribble through the defenders. Also, they are experts at stripping the ball from opponents. Also, these ladies are attackers. Penn State could barely get anything going int he second half because we turned everything into an attack. The technical quality of the team and the tenacity is great. There are only a few games left int he season. I strongly recommend you come out.
Now about the atmosphere. I was surprised that so many people were in the stands on Sunday, especially considering that there was a soccer game going on at the same time. It was the biggest crowd I have seen at the game, although it was still mostly made of odds and ends.
Let us discuss the information table. The trivia question was "How many shutouts have the Wolverines posted this year?" that kind of an easy one when the information table has the programs with the records. More importantly, they were doing a silent auction for a pink autographed field hockey stick for their, "Stick it to cancer," day. I wanted that stick (it woudl be a trophy for the events of this year) and I have no problem writing a couple hundred dollars to charity. So, I placed a bid at the end of the game a waited. As expected a girl who had been bugging her mother about the stick came up and bid on it too. They outbid me by ten dollars. I smirked and gave them some grief about it. I could have completely crushed them. I paused for a moment trying to decided to up the bidding, or just go nuclear. It was at that point the girl was mouthing the words "oh, please." I really did not want to deny a young girl what is going to be one of her most prized possessions. I told her "Take it," and walked off. I know it seems like nothing to write home about, but being even slightly nice is completely out of character for me. I just hope I am not loosing my edge.
To make matters worse, when I returned home that evening, my housemate was waiting on the Indy car race. The crash had already happened and we did not yet know the fate of Dan Wheldon. I am not motorsports fan at all, and I have seen Dan Wheldon on TV maybe once before, but there was something about it that really got to me. It's completely out of character, once again, but after the 5 lap salute, my eyes were starting to well up.
Anyway, I find it odd that I would cry over someone I saw on TV once or twice. The truth of the matter is that if there is a name, a family, and a story for someone's death then you would have to be inhuman not to feel something. That is what happened to me.
On a side note, I am sick of people criticizing the masses. The critics get mad because we come out en-mass to mourn the death of one person, yet no-one morns when people die en-mass. I cannot blame people for mourning when they know the person's story. They would have to deny their very selves to not morn. On the other hand, if they sought out to morn every person who ever dies, they would never be able to function. I am talking about an emotional breakdown more than a logistical impossibility. Life is a balancing act we have to feel but we cannot let the feelings overwhelm us. If that means we appear to be hypocrites, then so be it.
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