26

I turned 26 friday, I think I'm officially old. When the High School girls that I coach asked how old I am, they responded with "I didn't think you were THAT old," as opposed to the "I thought you'd be older." I'm finally catching up with the 36 year old body that I was born with.

My birthday, however, turned out to be an all campus rocker for the ages. It provided long overdue inspiration to clean out my parents' room to provide a sleepover for about 30 people, as well as the basement sufficiently to host a variety of party games. It featured both UCR alumni, and a ton of current players and the classiest ladies of UC who do not normally have access to multiple cold domestic cakes due to campus policy. One dude had so much cake that he threw up on his buddy's car.

When it was all over, I laid around shaking all day sunday from all the icing, limping on a swollen knee and sore ankle, while trying not to touch anything, as I had a nice burn on one hand (blowing out candles) and a splinter in the other, along with a sore elbow, although the opposite elbow from the knee.

It was awfully crazy, I wish we had taped it.