Lights Out in Draddy-land!!!

  During the third set of last nights volleyball match with Lafayette, there was a sudden black out in the Draddy.  The Jaspers led 17-13 and were already up two sets to none and it was looking like a straight set victory - a real treat when you're in the gym for 14 hours a day like I am.

  After the 30th point of the third set, and after a giant unforeseen storm blew in to the Riverdale section, it sounded as if the roof would finally blow off the Draddy.  Lights went out in a flash.  Fans screamed.  Then it sounded as if a 500 lb. lead ball was dropped on top of the building.  My guess is lightning, but I was stuck inside so it'll be a mystery.

  After around 20 minutes or so, the lights started flicking back on and soon enough the third set resumed.  Lafayette went on a run and tied it up.  Immediately after they tied it, I thought I was in for a classic 5-set match, a real marathon.

  The Lady J's relieved my building stress and held on for their 6th W in a row.  That has to be as long a winning streak as they've had in the past 5 years. 

  Joe Clifford was pumped up for the game as well, and was very helpful when the lights went out, informing spectators to "remain calm, the lights will be back on shortly" even though he had no idea when and if the lights were coming back on.  Order was restored in the Draddy and after the breakdown of the game, I got the hell out of there before something else went wrong.

  This morning, everything looked good in the gym, the electrician is here trying to figure out why some lights are still out.

  Time to get a drink

T & Th Workouts

  In order for me to get my point across about working hard, it's now required that I partake in the Tuesday and Thursday morning workouts with the pitching staff.  A little pride goes a long way, and it seems as if I have to hold their hands along the pride-building trail.

  Anyway, it's a good excuse for me to get my ass in shape as well.  Today was a lower body day, but I mixed it up a bit.  It feels good to get out of bed and get your blood flowing a little bit. 

  I mean shit, if I can do it, there's really no reason a group of 18-21 year-old pitchers can't.  I never once bitched about lifting or trying to get myself better.

  Back to the house to get some breakfast and get ready for the day.  Not sure if there's anything to eat in the apartment, but I'll scavenge. 

  Make it a good day.