OK...several things:

1) recap
-Thursday: Activity Fair was a lot of fun, and I think we should have plenty of people at the meeting on the 5th. This is a good thing. That day, thinking back, was also quite good.
-Friday: School was fine, then the board meeting went well. And...*thinks back* oh, I got some stuff done, which was good. Plus watching tennis was fun.
-Saturday: Shaker played well enough to beat Collinwood 34-7. Collinwood is really bad. Then...oh, I watched Federer beat John Isner, but I like John Isner a lot. We went to Hunan for dinner, which was good, and I came back, pretended to work a bit, and then followed Clay Buchholz's fantastic no-hitter of the Orioles. Oh, and watched Shahar Peer beat Nicole Vaidisova; that was a good match, and I'm impressed with Peer.
-Sunday: lazy morning with a little work mixed in, then the most schizophrenic golf round ever:
Front nine: shot 60. 10-5-6-6-4-7-6-8-8. No pars, 20 putts, 2 fairways, no greens.
Back nine: shot 39. 4-3-4-4-4-4-5-5-6. 6 pars, 16 putts, 2 fairways, 5 greens. Um, wow. That's tied for the freakin' best nine of my life.

2) There were going to be more things. Not anymore.

-fin-

How I'm doing: happy

I lost, 6-2, 6-2. The kid was freakin' autistic, or so it seemed--he said barely a word, didn't call out the score, I couldn't hear him when he did, and every time I said something I had to repeat it three times. Grr...


Update: I lost in the semis of the backdraw 6-3, 6-2. Gaah!

How I'm doing: mischievous

Ya know, as I look through all the possible moods I can be in, I find that I am rarely if ever in almost any of those moods. I'm not usually artistic, flirty, or anything else...*world breathes sigh of relief*

However...
widgets are single-use apps (like the widget that allows me to post this) that allow me to do one thing only. This one thing could be a calendar, a stock-tracker, a search engine, or a forecast. However...instead of going to a bunch of different web pages to do all this, there's a screen in Mac that you put all these widgets, things that you need/use a lot, and you hit one button and there they are. So instead of needing eight or ten webpages and windows, I can click one button and check my stock, update this journal, check the score of the Red Sox game, see the six-day forecast, and see what portion of the Earth has sunlight.

Now. There are no B13s because if there were, there would have to be B15s, B17s, B11s, and B9s, and that would make draws a helluva lot more complicated to write. There aren't enough kids to draw each age separately, and combining it this way is done in most sports (swimming etc.) Think about it, fantwurm--you were at woodbury from 11-12, SMS from 13-14, etc., etc., etc.

Oh, and to the members of my baseball team who think Mike Tyson can still fight--nice call, guys. Even gangly white guys can beat him now. Finished--F-I-N-I-S-H-E-D.

How I'm doing: weird

Well, I won the backdraw (consolation bracket) of the Plain Dealer thing...by showing up. My opponent never came, which meant that I successfully wasted an hour at the courts.

I'm playing in a tournament in Mentor next Tues.-Thurs...some kid's in the draw, he's ranked 16th for B12s...and this is B14s.
Please, nobody ask if there's B13s. Please. That means you, fantwurm.

How I'm doing: weird

Well, the Plain Dealer tournament has been a quite interesting experience.

On Tuesday, I played a quarterfinal match against a kid ranked 34th in the region. I got my ^&% kicked in the first set, losing 6-0, because I didn't move, and it was about 95 degrees. The second set, we split four games, and then I broke him once and held to go up 4-2. At 30-40 in the second set, the kid volleyed from the net and the shot went a bit out, long behind the baseline. He asked how much, I told him, and we switched sides as I was up 5-2 (you switch after the total number of set-games is odd, every time that happens.) His mother walked by as I was just bouncing a ball, waiting for the kid to go get in position, and muttered, "cheater." I said, "excuse me?!?," and then she started muttering under her breath about cheating and cheaters, etc. Well, it sufficiently rattled me, besides the fact that I had no water left and it was roughly one hundred degrees (it was 1:15.) I lost five straight games, to drop the match 0-6, 5-7. I was NOT amused...

Today went a little better. My match, thank God, was at ten and not noon. The kid I was playing and I warmed up, and I got the sense that he was nowhere near as good as the kid I had played yesterday. He won the spin and wanted to serve, and I broke him rather easily. Long story short, that set took about twenty minutes to win 6-0, and I won the second set by the same margin. I played OK, but I was wondering what was wrong with the kid; my serve was on throughout the match, but it wasn't great, and the times the first went in, he had trouble with it, but the times I hit my slow second serve, he had trouble with that, too. It was odd...but 6-0, 6-0 is 6-0, 6-0. No complaints here.

Tomorrow's the final of the backdraw; I don't know whom I'm playing. Unfortunately, I'm playing at 1:00 in the afternoon. It'll be interesting...

Have fun at Cedar Point, everyone. *mutters "suckers" under breath*

Only I won, playing second doubles. Then I had baseball practice! Right after.

Message to fantwurm: Don Quixote. Or Donce Hote, whicever you prefer.

How I'm doing: tired