Ten hours is a long time to spend on a plane. Not my longest, mind, you, but a serious chunk of time to move oneself across the planet to a destination that feels better. At least better at the time. We are enroute to Italy for a month of relaxation and exploration. I am personally excited by the opportunity to get away from the desert for that long, but we are in fact going into the Italian summer complete with all of the humidity you can ask for. Out of the frying pan and into the fire as they say.
One thing I am fairly pleased to get away from is football. Odd that. However, it is an important break if only because I’ve realized that the one thread keeping my mind somehow attached to the idea of coaching is the idea of proving myself to the ones who do not already support what I have done in the past. This happens at occasionally. I find a group of coaches, try to fit in, and don’t. This was the case for two such stops, so I suppose it happens less than half the time with football. I suppose I also intended to push myself to the next level at some point, but realize now that the time involved is not worth it.
Still—I want to call plays. I think the NCAA game (and a little research into developing a scheme that transcends the field to the console) will go a long way towards getting me right.
Rome will go a long ways towards getting me right on many levels, and I look forward to exploring each one.