Or driving me bananas lamenting the fact that he's not coaching anything and how he could be doing baseball workouts and designing plays and doing whatever it is he does with stats and working on the field in the baseball pre-season so it's perfectly perfect for the actual baseball season.
Sigh.
So I'm actually kind of happy that this new school had an opportunity for him to be involved in fall sports.
In the past, if his school didn't offer fall baseball, his fall sport of choice revolved around coaching boy's basketball at the jr. high level or assisting at the high school level.
Not this year, my friends.
This year - this beautiful fall in south Florida - he's taken on a new role.
Head high school girl's golf.
Yes. He now gets to - in his words - "Go out every day after school and get paid to play a round of golf."
Do you feel sorry for him that basketball wasn't available?
Don't you dare. The PGA Headquarters are about 15 minutes away, and apparently Tiger Woods has been spotted on one of the area courses since we've been here. Ethics-police-he's-not aside, that's pretty cool.
M's not suffering on some little rural course that was designed by gophers. He's getting some sweet pro-course exposure.
But there's one little thing that I wasn't aware of until we moved down here.
Florida gets a regular afternoon thunderstorm just about every day, usually around 3:30 pm. I've almost been able to set my watch by them. Now I'm one of those people who love thunderstorms - from my house, in my pajamas, reading a good book.
Not standing out at the Vero Beach Country Club waiting for the rain to stop so the tourney could get it's little show on the road.
Waiting for the rain to clear. We're the ones in the bright orange.
I need to re-take up golf just for the cute skirts. I can do it. I even have the second-place trophy from my junior golf tourney at the good old Sullivan Country Club to prove it. I think I could have been a 12-year-old golf prodigy in the making...until I discovered I hated all things sports and preferred the piano.
So stepping up to the plate and being the awesome coach's wife that I am, (sorry. I didn't mean to drip with that much sarcasm. It just kinda came rushing out.) I found myself riding along a rain-soaked course to watch these girls in action.
I even got to drive the cart for about three feet. M does not like to relinquish control of the race car golf cart.
I can't believe he let me ride in the cart with him. Golf season is definitely more relaxed than baseball season - you know, when I can't talk to him because he's in his baseball uniform and it's not professional and he's working and has to focus. ***Enter screaming at the umpire here****
So golf turned out to be really fun. Sunshine (eventually), a gorgeous course, and five girls who were out there having fun and kicking Sebastian's butt.
Like I mentioned...gorgeous Florida golf courses. I'm still getting used to seeing palm trees everywhere.
Three teams competed - Vero Beach, Sebastian, and us - Lincoln Park Academy. LPA is pretty exclusive, and the parents of these students are super-involved. I was surprised to see that all the parents showed up to the tourney, rented golf carts and followed along. After being at schools where many of the parents never seem to show up, it was really great to see all the support and encouragement.
We ended up taking second in the tourney, and Coach was ok with that. I've never seen him so laid-back and relaxed, encouraging the girls and offering tips and coaching advice when a ball was hit in the water or in the rough, telling them that as long as they were trying their best, working on their skills and having fun it was ok.
If I didn't value my life so much, I'd gleefully remind him of that come baseball season.
Today I love: Lunch after a great church service with great friends and the feeling of accomplishment from getting back into my running workouts this afternoon.
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