As all of you probably know by now, Dad got picked to be the next USA basketball women’s coach, which includes all of the tournaments up to the 2012 Olympics in London, England. I’ve been fortunate enough to go to London although not with the team. Last year, Connie and I packed our bags and flew to England and France for three days apiece without really knowing what the hell we were getting ourselves into. It was fun, scary, frustrating, exhausting. I can’t wait to go back there, despite the absolutely heinous exchange rate.
I’ve actually known about this little piece of fun news for about a month and a half. The news was broken to me over dinner when my brother was home for a weekend from college. Actually, it was semi-accidentally blurted out. Jenna mentioned an announcement taking place in April, and me being inquisitive (read: nosy) immediately wanted to know what was going on. No one answered me. Dad made a joke that he was retiring. I told him in words that I can’t print here that a joke like that isn’t amusing. Finally the news came out and my reaction was a lot of screaming and a lot of bleeped words.
Obviously it became really hard to keep this secret but I managed to keep it in. I succumbed and told Connie on Monday, and then Gina on Tuesday. The actual announcement was today but apparently someone leaked it to ESPN yesterday. I didn’t mind, as it kind of took the weight off of keeping it from everyone that I wanted to tell.
Tonight is my last night in Connecticut. It’s strange. I’ve lived in CT for my entire life. I lived on the UCONN campus until I was 2 years old and ever since then I have lived in the same town near Hartford. We’ve moved three times, but never out of the same three mile radius. I’m so familiar with the sight sound smell feel touch…all of those comfortable feelings that you get when you’re in your hometown. But I need to break out, that much is certain. I wanted to move when I was just out of college, but my sister’s engagement prevented that.
Now I’m going to go watch Oprah with my mother, drink decaf coffee, and get ready for a quiet evening of PF Chang’s lettuce wraps and Slumdog Millionaire. Thankfully I’ve only cried once today…
PS. Is it weird that I was a little more excited today upon finding out about the new Jen Lancaster and Jennifer Weiner novels than the whole Olympics thing? Maybe because they’re coming out this year and my dad’s Olympic duties don’t start for another three? Or maybe I’m just that oblivious to all of the stuff that goes on.
PPS. A poll: Should I get Twitter? Be warned…if I do get a Twitter, you will be bombarded with things such as “In line at Starbucks, I hope they have good yogurt today” or “My hair is raging mutiny on my scalp” or “I think I have pineapple stuck in my teeth.” I’m not sure if people are ready to find out how boring I really am…aw hell, I’m joining.