TANSTAAFL: But This is Close: Bragging

Well, it's Sunday again, and it snuck up on me without me having done any writing again, so I guess I'll get to that right after this post. I just wanted to make sure I got this post up before I forgot all the really cool things I did that I need to brag about. Because isn't that why people have blogs anyway? Gotta feed the ego.

So... I wrote a 15 page legal brief this week. I wasn't really sure what sort of standard to judge it by, but then I read some of my classmates' and it turns out I did a pretty good job. I think we all did it pretty close to the night before, so there are typos all over the place (at least in the ones I read, not sure about mine, since I suck at catching my own mistakes (egotistical)).

Then, since I hadn't slept, I took a nap before my simulated mediation conference for my Law in Practice class. Aaaannnd I nailed it. It was pretty awesome. My client said my partner and I made him feel the most confident and secure out of any of the people he had worked with, that we seemed to know what we were doing, and did a great job explaining all of the stuff we needed to take into consideration when negotiating a settlement. We were successful in getting our client to his bottom-line price and justifying our reasons for getting him there. It was a great experience because it really emphasized how you need to be able to condense the law and reasoning into some basic points for your client to understand, and still be able to talk on the appropriate level to the mediator/opposition without your client getting lost. It was pretty fun, and I didn't even hate working with other, real, live human beings! Success!

Friday was the start of the Minnesota state doubles championships. After not having fun playing in the open division with my previous partners, I enlisted my dad. I figured if anyone would be able to tolerate me not letting them hit the ball, it would be the guy who managed to not kill me for the first 20+ years of my life. And sure enough, we are both alive today. So really, the success story starts there. But also, we made it to the finals! Which was pretty awesome.

Now, I don't want to belittle my dad, but the strategy was basically that I played one against two for the entire tournament. This started off a bit shakily, and we were down by a sizable margin in our very first game (against opponents who weren't that good). We mounted a spectacular comeback to win 21-18 (or 19) after being behind 18-10 or something. We did better in the second game, but we had a second match Friday due to our low seed. So we played the three seed and dropped the first game. We won the match in a tiebreaker, and I was pretty thrilled to have made the semifinals. We were playing the second seed, two decent open-level guys. Well, they enter the open division in tournaments around here, anyway. They aren't the guys who would win an open tournament with a lot of entrants, but they are both probably top 15 in the state. I got on a hot streak and we stole the first game 21-4. The second game was more of a battle, and were behind for most of it before tying it at 15-15. We were up 20-17 and dropped four points in a row to go to another tiebreaker. We took care of business and made the finals. At that point I was really feeling the tiredness set in, but I will attempt to avoid making excuses. Andy and his dad both served really well, and we got beat pretty badly. But hey, we got second in the state! So that's pretty nifty.

I just finished watching through the footage of the tournament, and I really need to work on getting my whole torso through my left handed shot. I set up pretty well, but because I'm so focused on making contact I forget to swing with my whole body and I wind up not quite committing through the whole motion. I also have a tendency to jump into my shots on that side instead of staying down. That's either because of bad footwork or lack of confidence. So I have some more things to work on.

My mom jumped into the court a couple of times and she's already looking like a handball player! It is sort of like when I jumped into tennis from scratch: no bad habits. And she's very coach-able, so hopefully she doesn't develop too many quirks before I see her again.

It feels a bit weird writing this stuff after the fact, because my main audience already knows all this stuff. My parents were there, and I talked (bragged) to Sarah S today already, so that only leaves a couple of people that I know even read this. But if I'm ever looking back at these entries, I suppose I'll want to know that I was feeling pretty positive about things (at least for a while).

We went out to eat on Saturday night at an Ethiopian restaurant. The first girl I dated was Ethiopian, and people would always come up to her (people neither of us knew) and ask her if she was Ethiopian. My reaction was always how can you tell? Is there some secret Ethiopian marking I am unaware of? Keep in mind that I had met approximately three Ethiopians at this point in my life. So when I walked into this restaurant I was like it all makes sense now! It was a bit weird eating dinner surrounded by ex-girlfriends, but hey, the food was amazing. And as a nice little bonus, we even knew how to eat it because we had eaten over at my ex's house before.

I then convinced my parents that, despite being quite full, we should get ice cream. Which was both a huge mistake and a huge success. I'll let you fill in the details yourself.

When I got back and could finally deal with the pain in my belly (stomach the pain, if you will...), I fell right asleep. At like 8:00 or something. So naturally, I woke up at 3:00 ready to start my day. I've been up ever since, though the first few hours were spend wondering if I'd ever be able to move again. Of course, I did have intramural frisbee playoffs to attend, so I biked over to that. We were undefeated in the regular season, so we had a bye in the first round. Our second-round team only had four people show up, so they forfeited. They asked if we would like to play a bit anyway, so I joined their team and we played five on five. We went up 3-0 and were winning when we called it quits so my real team could play in the finals. We went up 7-2 at half and it wasn't really a difficult game. We played pretty tight, and I completed all but two of my throws, so I felt pretty good. I also caught the disc over some people, which is always great for the self-confidence. I then biked home, though at that point it wasn't so much biking as pedal-boating. The forecast had said a high of 27 degrees or something, but I think it hit almost 40 (according to a facebook status I glimpsed). A few of the "puddles" I biked through were more than six inches deep.

I then watched the coverage of a magic tournament in the background while reviewing my video from the weekend. I took some screenshots. (I took a lot of screenshots.) Here are the highlights:

I chose a sequence of me up close to show my hitting motion in detail. I think it's kinda crazy how far my elbow bends. The second picture you can't even tell I have a hand...