I was driving on Hwy K the other day when I noticed the car in front of me had a hand written note hanging from the passenger side visor. Written in big bold letters were the words “B U C K L E U P”. I glanced at the driver, and could tell that she wasn’t wearing her seatbelt….
Justin had his first swim practice last night for The O’fallon Torpedo’s. I had a flashback (but not the good kind of flashback with cool special effects) to my first practice at Dellwood when Brother Joe was the coach. The team started with one of the coaches leading stretching and arm circles just like Joe use to make us do. The only thing that was missing was him saying – “Come on, my grandmother can do better than that.”
They lined the kids up behind the blocks, each lane with a different age group. The kids jumped off the block or the side (their choice) into the 12 ft water and were to swim 25 yards to the other side. Right before Justin’s turn, a girl jumped off the block and started to panic. The coach and her mother kept telling her to swim to the rope, but she just paniced and treaded water. Finally she did the classic place-my-hands-over-my-head-and-sink move that you see in bad old movies. The head coach jumped in, wearing her jeans and brightly colored T-shirt to pull the girl out. The coach calmly said – “maybe you should swim next to the wall tonight”.
Justin had a pretty good practice. The coaches commented to him about how well he kicked when they were using kickboards. He even did a start off of the blocks….then it rained and we left. He said swim practice is a lot more fun than soccer practice.
BTW: The new tenants are finally starting to move in