Coach Flip Naumburg's Journal

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

THE HIGH SCHOOL IN THE ROCKIES GAP

"WE" are in Vail this week and next.  Today ended with sort of a "halftime" gap in the event.  We have off until Friday. In the High School Boys tournament, the Colorado Team beat the Crabs from Baltimore today in a 13-12 thriller, a fantastic finish complete with a 3-minute, non-releasable, illegal stick penalty to add to the drama of the Maryland comeback which fell just short.  With 16 teams entered, this U 19 tournament is getting to represent to the victor quite the coveted little piece of Lucite.

THE GAP BETWEEN THE MLL AND THE MASTERS

In the Masters (players over 35ish), Rusty Red (mostly Cornell alumni, and hardly that rusty) managed to win its third straight championship, and second straight over the Long Island Classics, but it was not the romp of one year ago. Some of the Rusties played professional lacrosse within the last couple of years, and most all the Long Island players are former first team All Americans.

THE WHINE GAP - WHINE GETS BETTER (and more) WITH AGE – I am living proof (so far)

The Supermasters (Over 40) trophy will remain in Vail in the house of its sponsor, The Tap Room is a local watering hole and an establishment here that has really helped to improve our status as a tournament in the TOV, that is the very exclusive Town Of Vail.  The "Room" beat the "Elder Statesmen" to win the 2005 title.  With 17 teams this tournament was not easy to win, nor was it easy to bracket, but that's another story.

GENERATION GAP

You know there is a generation gap when you look at the Masters' Division players (35 and up) and say to yourself, "Man, those guys look like kids."  When the Supermasters goons start looking like that to me, I'm outta here, cause those guys are old and they throw the ball away constantly.  It's almost getting annoying.

On the other something, I look at who my friends are these days, and that is, whom do I hang out with in Fort Collins? The answer is that there is only one within five years of me, and most of the rest are way under 30 years old.  What is THAT?

THE TOURNAMENT GAP

Now we all have a couple of days to pull ourselves or our lives back together before the next tournament tsunami hits on Friday.

THE JORNALISTIC GAP or Hey, Mr. Journal Man what is your problem?

Yes, there has been a "gap" between the last time that I wrote in here and now.  There are many reasons (excuses) for this eventual reality.  There have been some "gaps" in my life, so why not the journal.

THE GAP THAT WASN'T

Part of my past week was spent passing an obstruction clinically known as kidney stone.  That was fun, but it wasn't enough. No, there would be more pain, fear, and loathing to come. At least I passed it.

I finished my little explanation here in the old journal last week.  Remember, the one about my life in eligibility Hell?  Sure, how could I forget?  Anyway, I felt somewhat free at last as it were when I finished.  Then I thought maybe I wouldn't write again until sometime much later in the future when it sounded like fun to do it again.  I had gotten things off my chest, and yes thank you, I am feeling much better about "all that" now, and it no longer does consume most of my daily thought patterns.  This is a really good thing. 

SOMEWHERE OVER THE GAP

My gap has actually now runneth over.  In the last week I also had to get ready for this gigantic self-perpetuating monster called the Vail Lacrosse Shootout that always crawls up my calendar really fast.

THE GAPS OF WRATH

On top of that Mr. Gap (me) put a gap in his leg requiring stitches.

And then as I was packing up the big tournament-in-a-truck for Vail I stepped in some sort of man made metallic gap in the lift gate, got leg my pinched, and it all resulted in a gap in my leg.  It was a fissure like hole, with sort of an "Old Faithful" bloody geyser look to it.  I was bleeding foam.  My friends wrapped me with towel and tape. It scared the hell out of 5-year old son Jordan.  He was quickly Mama bound.  The Vail prep activities were no longer so much fun for him.  My assumption is that he will get over it better than I.  I asked later if I had cried while bleeding, and of course I had.

THE NO GRAY AREA GAP

After that (leg puncture + wrap of the gap) I continued to bark orders and other foul mouthed gems at everyone (several helpers) within earshot until the packing of the truck was such that I was sure that the driving of the truck up into the mountains would and could be safely done with no more "help" from me.  I was not a happy camper.

HOLEY GAP BAT MAN

In spite of it all, I quietly (more or less) got in my eldest son's 4-runner and bled, er sped myself off to the stitch doctor for eight of them (stitches).   While they sewed me up they were using phrases that did not help to comfort me.  Things I heard like, "Is that a vein or a vessel?" come to mind.  That (vein = not vessel) would seem to be part of Doctor 101, but they couldn't distinguish me from mush.  Great.  Are we having fun yet? 

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