The aftermath

On this Sunday one year ago, there I was innocently watching the Giants get stomped by the Panthers. I wanted to see what little Manning could do. Would he be able to pull his team out of this deficit to make a game of it? Third quarter is winding down, I have my feet on Rebecca's lap for no real reason. She is not so much interested in the game as her homework. Which was fine by me, I was enjoying the game. Like most men when I am watching football I get itches. Not thinking anything of it I scratch. She tells me to stop, I told her to hold on I am almost done, she punches me where I am itching. I pop up completely out of my lazy Sunday watching football mode. At first I was confused, then she said, "You should have stopped scratching." Weird to think that it has been a year.

Officially it happened on the eighth of January but today what was I watching? The Giants game where they were getting stomped by the Eagles. And throughout the game I didn't get hit once. I would say that it was an improvement on last year's game. At least this year they scored some points.

It has been an interesting year alone. In the Winter I played hockey, studied hard (first time for everything), got to hang out with my roommate playing video games, in the Spring, I played a lot of golf, enjoyed hours of yoga, played softball, swam a long way, in the Summer I went to Japan, was the best man at my best friend's wedding, said some words, said good bye, attempted another 360 on the wake board with hazardous results, fought my way into student teaching, in the Fall I student taught, found a deep love of teaching, started coaching, ran a marathon after a month of training, got a job teaching, and moved back home. The number of movies has only increased. Still laughing, still smiling, still keeping things light, whatever happens, happens.