While some of us are doing limbo on line waiting for the international assignments to be posted so we can plan our lives in 2012 accordingly, many of you are already headlong into the season.
I actually do remember (some) of those days fondly. Racing off Hither Tither and Yon was routine. Let me see...
- Printing comp forms ("You're entered in THAT many events? Really?)
- Filing, faxing and mailing on (or rarely) before deadline (dinosaur days).
- Making "dubs" of cassettes pre CD ("What's the name of your music?").
- Coach flights.
- Coach fights.
- Sagging, schlepping, dragging, dropping.
- Practice ice? Check. And more checks for just about everything else imaginable.
- Frozen bleachers. Frozen butts.
The strange thing is I actually do miss them. In a twisted and slightly demented way, I miss the long hours, cold seats, hot soup, hot chocolate, stale bagels and the somewhat organized chaos of hundreds of little skaters, parents, officials and coaches crammed into rink lobbies. I pine for the lost bags left in hotel rooms, misplaced costumes, chewed up practice gloves and t-shirts that clearly stated the "Mood Du Jour." I miss the cheers and tears of the "Good Old Days" because now all we are doing is waiting to exhale as we poise ourselves, once again, on the precipice of a new season and await our marching orders.
When our fate has been decided, we will pack our bags and start the journey all over again, but without almost all of the above-listed bullet points.
Age does have its privileges, but the beat goes on.