Fear (no loathing) in not quite Las Vegas
It hit me this afternoon – Y’all are gonna kick my butt…
Stopped off at the grocery store on my way home after class today, getting chili fixin’s, cause it’s been in the 40s all week here, and I want chili dammit. I would much rather have James Coney Island (probably only Mourn gets that refrence), but I’ll have to settle for what I can make. Anyway, I had a feeling of excitement, kinda like you get when it’s Super Bowl day – you know, that feeling you get when there’s a big event going on, that you’ve been looking forward to, and you’re ready for, etc.?
But then it hit me – unlike something like the Super Bowl, the people in the store had no shared experience in WPBT tournament. They probably weren’t going home to anything fun (well, maybe the girl in line ahead of me buying all the booze was), and most likely if they knew what I was so excited about, would think I was nuts and/or in need of professional help. Me = dork. 🙂
And then it hit me – I am so gonna lose. 🙂 Outmatched to say the least. I know that is not the right additude to take into a tournament! At the very least, I know I’ll have a blast, and that’s the most important thing.
I’m going in search of a mental shape-up…see you in a few hours!