To Do List: 1) Sign up for frequent flyer programs, 2) Get new/second, better paying job, 3) Develop a system of packing that allows a person to stuff 80lbs of clothes/Gatorade products into a duffle bag without busting a zipper, 4) Patent said packing system and make lots of money off of it, 5) Develop a line of comfortable, functional, fashionable traveling clothes, 6) Make lots of money off of said line, 7) Invest a great portion of money from 4 and 6 in USA Rugby.
Camp is officially over. Now, I am cheating on my nutrition plan (it’s okay to cheat 10% of the time), with a handful of Runts and a Diet Pepsi, at the Philadelphia airport. U.S. Airways was kind enough to get me on a slightly earlier flight through Philly, instead of Charlotte, and I’ll get back into Richmond around 10:30 or so, rather than 11:20 (I’ll take the extra 50 minutes of sleep). Tomorrow, I’ll take it easy. I’ll go to work, maybe a walk or a light jog afterward and then lots of sleep (and I will not be cheating on my nutrition plan).
Camp ended on some positive notes. Our last session, this morning, consisted of a team picture and video of drills that we had done throughout the week, which will be posted on the Eagle 365 website (I don’t think the site is up just yet). We then had a team meeting that provided us with some closure as we reflected on camp, what we had accomplished, and some of our favorite moments. I’m sure Jenny Lui will have these moments and others recorded and will regale us with them via email at a later date (Jenny, if you didn’t have your quote book handy this trip, then I will print a retraction in a later blog).
I always go through a bit of withdrawal when I return to “real-life” after one of these camps/events/tours. I’m sure a lot of players do. You see, us freaks (again, see earlier blogs for context) like the company of other freaks, and these camps/events/tours are like one big freak convention.
The good news is that Tigertown is not actually a black hole, so all of us will be able to return home from the freak convention. It turns out it’s the “Florida home of the Detroit Tigers.” I suppose that, like geese and the elderly, the Tigers like to travel south for the winter. It’s too bad that I didn’t get a chance to meet any of them. I would have like to have gotten Mayor Cecil Fielder’s autograph.
