I really wish I could care a little less about sports competitions.
Tonight our gymnastics team lost their third meet in a row. And I'm taking it a little personally. The loss tonight was to a team to whom We. Had. Never. Lost. Before. In. 65. Meetings.
For the second week running, we had a score that began with an 8. That's E-I-G-H-T. I didn't know the judges even HAD a card with an 8 on it.
The 8.7 tonight was from a senior. Our anchor. Our rock. An All-American. National beam champion two years ago. Has scored perfect 10's on both balance beam and uneven bars. Eight point seven.
I will confess that I know NOTHING about coaching college gymnastics. Or any level gymnastics. Or anything else.
But I'm guessing this is NOT the path to another national championship.
If there is a bright side, and I'm struggling to find one, it's that all week I planned to make the 3-hour drive over to our neighboring state to the west so I could see this debacle in person.
Thank all that is holy for bad weather tonight.
Considering professional therapy,
Bragger
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