This collection of entries is from March 07, 2006.
I went to the Country Club tonight, with hopes of just practicing and just cheering-on the team while my substitute plays for me.
Wrong - no substitute showed up.
I was dieing out there. My stomach acid was really stirring up stuff. I'm getting better on my rock delivery, but I just can't get the weight correct. It's only my 3rd time on the ice, so what can be expected of me? More practice time?
Anyway, we lost big (9-2 maybe, I don't recall), and conceded in the 6th end.
At least that meant I had less rocks to sweep.
You know what, though? Sitting around in the bar area after the match - I actually felt better. Go figure.
Man, I'm not feeling right today... I feel a little light-headed, a little "disconnected". I even feel a little week. It feels like my blood pressure medication is screwed-up.
How the hell am I going to sweep 48 stones tonight? I'm never gonna make it. I'll fall over or passout. I need a sub.