Chili Cook-off

Frank: "Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili
cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I
happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking for directions
to the Coors Light truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the
other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that
spicy and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the
tasting, so I accepted".

Here are the scorecard notes from the event:

CHILI # 1 - MIKE'S MANIAC MONSTER CHILI...

Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.

Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.

Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff? You could
remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the
flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.

CHILI # 2 - AUSTIN'S AFTERBURNER CHILI...

Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.

Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken
seriously.

Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what
I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who
wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when
they saw the look on my face.

CHILI # 3 - FRED'S FAMOUS BURN DOWN THE BARN CHILI...

Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick.

Judge # 2 -- A bit salty, good use of peppers.

Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels
like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get
me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my
backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting shit-faced from
all of the beer.

CHILI # 4 - BUBBA'S BLACK MAGIC...

Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.

Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.

Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the beermaid,
was standing behind me with fresh refills. That 300-LB woman is starting to
look HOT...just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac?

CHILI # 5 LISA'S LEGAL LIP REMOVER...

Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding

considerable kick. Very impressive.

Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must
admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.

Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I
can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed
paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her
chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by
pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips
off. It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop
screaming.
Screw those rednecks.

CHILI # 6 - VERA'S VERY VEGETARIAN VARIETY...

Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of
spices and peppers.

Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and
garlic.Superb.

Judge # 3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous,
sulfuric flames. I shit on myself when I farted and I'm worried it will
eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except
that Sally. Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my ass with a
snow cone.

CHILI # 7 - SUSAN'S SCREAMING SENSATION CHILI..

Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.

Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of
chili peppers at the last moment.
**I should take note that I am worried about Judge # 3.
He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing
uncontrollably.

Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I
wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds
like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which
slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava to match my
shirt. At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've
decided to stop breathing it's too painful. Screw it; I'm not getting
any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch
hole in my stomach.

CHILI # 8 - BIG TOM'S TOENAIL CURLING CHILI...

Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too
bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.

Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild
nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed
out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure
if he's going to make it. poor feller, wonder how he'd have reacted to
really hot chili?

Judge # 3 - No Report

Bill Simmons

This article is taken from the Dec. 3 issue of ESPN The Magazine.

I love fatherhood for the little things. Like having the power to derail any tantrum with five simple words: "Wanna get some ice cream?" Like stepping in on those last few bites of grilled cheese because kids never finish a meal. Like being awakened each morning by a smiling kid instead of a blaring alarm clock. Like having my own mini-McMahon who laughs at every joke I make, especially if it involves flatulence.

As the old saying goes, children make us appreciate what we stopped appreciating long ago. (I don't know who said it, but it's been said. And if it hasn't been said, then please, let me say it.) Ever wonder why Larry King sired two more after turning 125 years old? Because he's selfish, that's why. He wanted those last chances to appreciate the little things.

I totally get that. In the past few weeks, I've relived the following experiences through the eyes of my 2½-year-old daughter: the joyous celebration after the Sox won the World Series (she loved watching everyone jump on each other); trick-or-treating; a first trip to the movies (she threw an impressive complete game at "Bee Movie"); and, finally, a first real live NBA game (Cavaliers at Clippers).

I most wanted to see her reaction to the game. She has actually liked hoops ever since it became part of her nighttime routine last spring. As far as she knew, our TVs could show only Red Sox games and NBA playoff games after 6 p.m. (See, I told you kids are great! They'll believe anything!) She gravitated toward basketball because of its colors and sounds, the running and jumping, the tattoos and chest-thumping and, most of all, the simplicity. Basically, players try to make the basketball rip through the net, and when they do, everyone applauds.

Now, here's where my demented genius comes in: I think that kids can be brainwashed to believe anything is fun as long as you seem excited about it. You could say to your child right now, "You know what we're doing later? We're heading to the yard to watch grass grow!" And if you sell it well enough, they'll be counting the minutes until the back door opens. Seriously. So when I asked my half-asleep daughter if she wanted to watch basketball in Daddy's bed, I made it sound more fun than mashing bananas with The Wiggles. In retrospect, I probably didn't need to sell it so hard. She was so happy to get called up to the majors (Mommy and Daddy's bed) and maybe get her head rubbed, too. But that's how she was introduced to basketball: I brainwashed her, lied to her and wore her down.

Fast-forward to the Nov. 11 Cavs-Clips game. When I asked if she wanted to go, I presented the offer as if I were suggesting we fly in a helicopter to eat M&M's on the moon. And I sold LeBron as a combination of Santa, Elmo and our UPS guy. After a few YouTube clips, she was hooked, screaming at her mom, " We're gonna go see LeBron!" Her excitement only amplified over the next few days. Meanwhile, I started to worry because 150 minutes is a long time to keep a child entertained. Could she make it through the third quarter? Could she even make it to halftime? Would she melt down like Fausto Carmona at Fenway?

As soon as we got inside the Staples Center, I immediately bought a bucket of popcorn that was bigger than Eddy Curry. (We learned at "Bee Movie" that a big bucket buys you 35 solid minutes, even if it might cause diarrhea later. Whatever.) We missed the national anthem but caught the pregame intros; she was transfixed when the arena went dark. We found our seats in time for the opening tip, and within about 3.2 seconds, she was on my lap and promptly entering " The ADD Zone," an inevitability for any little kid who is digesting too many images and noises at once. The Zone-Out -- and the Art Shell Face that accompanies it -- lasted for a good 10 minutes, just her staring straight ahead as she shoveled popcorn into her mouth. It was like the Raiders' 2006 team video.

She eventually emerged from her stupor and started to ask about the JumboTron, which she mistook for a giant TV. Could we touch it? (Um, no.) Was there a remote control? (Sadly, no.) After the 57th straight JumboTron-related question, I steered her toward LeBron. She was captivated as she watched him lope around, right up until she became distracted by the referees' whistles (she wanted one for herself), the substitution horn (she liked the way it sounded) and everyone who was eating and drinking around us ("Look, he has popcorn too").

She liked how the players huddled in a circle for timeouts, as well as my revelation that the players had their own " teacher" (the coach). She liked putting her drink in the cupholder that comes with each seat. In fact, she liked it so much she must have done it 735 times in 20 minutes. She was so delighted by the Clippers dancers that I'm more worried than ever about keeping her off the pole (every father's most important job). She loved clapping with the crowd after each Clippers basket, and she loved hearing the crowd boo and yell after a dubious nontraveling call on LeBron. And she got a special kick out of the guy behind us calling one of the referees a jackass. Really, she loved it all.

But two moments stand out above the rest. In the second quarter, LeBron swiped a pass and had a clear path right in front of us to a breakaway dunk. I nudged her eagerly -- watch this, watch this! -- as the crowd started buzzing and flashbulbs went off. When Bron-Bron delivered the goods with a hellacious double-clutch jam, everyone was delighted, including my daughter, who screamed out loud and giggled afterward. (She officially loves LeBron now. At least I think she does. She kept getting him confused with Larry Hughes and Daniel Gibson.)

The other moment occurred when the crowd improbably broke out the wave, quite possibly the single greatest moment of her young life. She loved watching it slowly ripple around the stadium, waiting for it to reach our section and then jumping up with her arms raised to yell at the top of her lungs. To be honest, I've always thought the wave was reprehensible. But not anymore. Anything that makes my kid that happy is fine with me.

Unfortunately, she threw only seven innings because of a Grady Little-level managerial mistake on my part: At halftime, we shared a large Sprite and one of those pretzels covered with cinnamon and sugar. I may as well have administered an eight ball. What was I thinking? By the end of the third quarter, after she'd turned into the Great Cornholio and started to sing " Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" at the top of her lungs, I knew we had to leave before she kicked a hole through the seat of the poor guy in front of us.

The good news: She threw a tantrum; she wanted to stay. I guess if I'd had a moment to reflect as I hauled my wailing child out of the Staples Center, I'd have realized the NBA had itself another fan. Instead, I had to stop the commotion: " Wanna get some ice cream?"

UNC Mascot

A wonderful feature...

http://sports.espn.go.com/broadband/video/videopage?&brand=null&videoId=3069036&n8pe6c=2

Typical Soccer...

NYON, Switzerland (AP) - AC Milan goalkeeper Dida was suspended for two Champions League matches Thursday for pretending to be injured after being touched by a Celtic fan who ran onto the field.

The incident occurred last week when the Scottish team beat Milan 2-1 in Glasgow. A fan ran onto the field late in the 90th minute and made what appeared to be minimal contact with Dida.

The Milan goalkeeper then turned to chase the fan before dropping to the ground. He was then carried off the field on a stretcher and replaced.

Celtic was fined $25,400 for the incident and will have to pay an additional $25,400 if it fails to control its fans again in the next two years.

KSU-College Gameday

MUST watch...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAfsK1KwbtM

Good boyfriend...

GAINESVILLE, Fla. -- Florida safety Tony Joiner, a starter on the Gators' defending national champion football team, was arrested by Gainesville Police and charged with burglary on Tuesday, according to the Gainesville Sun.

Joiner is accused of going into an impound lot to retrieve his girlfriend's car at approximately 4:30 a.m. Tuesday. His girlfriend's car was being held at Watson's Towing, the Sun reported, in lieu of a $76 towing bill, according to the police report.

The police report said witnesses saw a man push open the gates of the towing service and drive a car out. As he was trying to close the gates, one of the witnesses confronted the man, who then drove the car back in the lot.

Police arrived and arrested Joiner, who has 17 tackles and an interception for the Gators, who travel to face No. 1 LSU on Saturday night. Florida lost to Auburn last weekend.

Bet you can't find us...

Suspects jump from Lewis and Clark Viaduct

A man and woman who were being chased by police were seriously injured after jumping off the Lewis and Clark Viaduct after midnight this morning.

The chase began at 11:44 p.m. at 18th Street and State Avenue in Kansas City, Kan., police said. Police pursued the two people, who were driving a car that was reportedly stolen the previous day, on Interstate 70 into Kansas City, Mo.

The two people then got out of the car and went over the side of the bridge. It is not known whether the man and woman were suspects wanted in the stolen car case.

The woman had life-threatening injuries, according to media reports

Uneventful weekend...

Hope your weekend was good...

Randy Shannon article

Also...

If you get a chance to pick up the September 10th issue of SI, check out the feature on Miami's Head Football Coach, Randy Shannon.

TERRIFIC read...

Update

This year I am an all-day sub at the High School. It is quite the change from running the Study Hall program. For instance, the class I am subbing for right now has 16 kids in it, and they're all working on their "Principles of Engineering" project.

I was in a Math class yesterday, doing Calculus..the only problem with this whole sub thing, is the kids are definitely smarter than I am.

At least I had that over them in Study hall...

Yes, I am still alive...

After a summer of not updating the "Press Conference" I am back at it...

I hope that you had as good of a summer as I did. A few highlights as to my summer.

-Spending it with Melynda.
-Golfing 20+ times.
-Spending the 4th of July in beautiful Colorado.
-Being the best man in my best friend TK's wedding.
-Moving into a new townhome.
-New 61' Samsung HDTV.
-Chiefs games, Royals games.

There is SOOO much that I am missing, but those were the first few that came to mind...

Summer...

It is 9:41 and I am debating when/if I want to go to bed tonight. Not having anything holding over my head to do tomorrow is a wonderful feeling, and definitely an advantage to being in education.

After school was out on Friday, the 25th, I went to Oregon to spend time with Melynda, and we had a blast. I came back Monday night at midnight and we had camp 5am-3pm Tuesday through Friday, then we played in a Tournament Sat/Sun where we went 5-1 and lost by 3 in the Championship game.

In otherwords, today felt like my first "true" day of summer. I went to 6:30am workouts, had some breakfast, got a workout in myself, went to the pool for a while, and then hit some golfballs. I can't complain too much can I?

Hope all is well with you!

Countdown...

In 25 hours and 4 minutes I will be done with school for the academic year.

It has been the most enjoyable year I've had in quite a long time. I've met some AMAZING people, we had a terrific basketball season, and the way the community is makes this a terrific place to live.

I am out of town Friday-Monday, then Tuesday-Friday is Bball camp 6am-6pm, then a quiet week that ends with TK's Bachelor party.

After that, June 15th I'm moving into my new Townhouse and we're locked and loaded for the rest of what will be an enjoyable summer.

Hope all is well, keep me updated with how things are going with all of you...(if anyone actually reads this)...

CoachMcCabe@gmail.com

Count...

In case you're keeping track at home or work...

The total number of female students who have referred directly to me, their need of a tampon is 4...

Thanks...

Greg Oden article

Dear Greg: Don't change who you are

By LZ GrandersonPage 2


I thought Greg Oden was pulling my leg.

Sure, "Switch" was hot for a minute but who actually knows every song by Will Smith? Least of all the guy who is supposed to be the NBA's next great big man? But Oden didn't blink when I asked him to give me a couple of bars of "Summertime," a classic, but Oden was what, 2 years old when it came out?

"Here it is, the groove slightly transformedJust a bit of a break from the norm ..."
"I don't want to go no further, you know, make him mad, copyright his stuff ..." Oden says with a smile.

His admiration of Smith doesn't end there. Not only does Oden own every CD but he also has all of Will Smith's movies and has seen every episode of "The Fresh Prince of Bel Air."
He also watches way too much CBS for a 19-year-old.

To look at Greg Oden -- his towering frame, dark skin, grizzly face -- he fits the stereotypical image of one not to mess with.
But to know Greg Oden, how could you not?
The future lottery pick has this refreshing affinity for some of the corniest things middle America has to offer. There's nothing edgy or hardcore about Will Smith and there isn't anything edgy or hardcore about his biggest fan -- pun intended.
"I wanted to be a dentist when I was younger," Oden says, ironic, considering he recently had 11 cavities filled because of his sweet tooth. "But then I started to get big and realized that my hands were so big, I'd kind of scare the little kids away.
"I just realized that basketball and going to the NBA was a possibility, and that's something that I want to use to better my family and possibly help the world if I can."
You want to help the world, Greg?
Don't change.
Stay the same warm, slightly goofy and totally un-hip person that you are. Love Will Smith, TiVo "The New Adventures of Old Christine," and if you want, wear a fanny pack on road trips.
OK, don't wear the fanny pack.

But do continue to be yourself.

One of the reasons why black men in general, and specifically those in the NBA have an image problem is because too many of us treat street cred as a precious commodity to obtain, as opposed to what it really is -- the byproduct of unfortunate circumstances. The rationale is so perverse that otherwise friendly players will scowl in photo shoots and spin tales about the hustle despite growing up attending private schools in the suburbs or in a loving home with two parents. Listen, regardless of what they will tell you, every black person older than 50 did not march with Dr. King and every black NBA player did not dodge bullets to get to school.

Members of the media will often blindly play along, walking into an interview with the story already written in their heads because, "Hey, it's a black ballplayer, of course he had it rough." They will edit video footage to show players looking menacing on the court and yelling toward the heavens while a voiceover describes them as a "beast" or "monster" over a hip-hop beat. They will leave clips of a smiling Greg Oden on the cutting room floor because it doesn't fit the theme they are going for. They will briefly mention how the death of his best friend, Travis Smith, affected his life because he died in an automobile accident but had it been a gang-related death it would have been the dramatic lead. I've already had an exchange with someone in the media wondering how Oden's love of Will Smith will affect his street cred. All I kept thinking was, "Greg Oden grew up in Terre Haute, Ind. How much street cred can he have?"

It doesn't help that shoe companies prefer their basketball players black, intimidating and with a high level of street appeal. It makes it easier to market their products to consumers who wear "Stop Snitchin'" T-shirts and the people who inspire them. This explains why the past two NBA MVPs -- Steve Nash and Dirk Nowitzki -- don't have their own shoe but Carmelo Anthony and Tracy McGrady do. All are talented players but obviously the who-gets-what decisions are not based solely on wins. A shame considering there are tons of 30-something gym rats who would probably love to buy a Nash shoe if for no other reason than they can identify with him.
And there are plenty of young, black men who identify with Greg Oden. Not everyone is edgy, or hardcore, or from the streets. Some are warm, slightly goofy and totally un-hip, and they need someone they can relate to as well.
You can't control what people think about you but you can control what you think about yourself.
Very soon Greg Oden will be presented with that opportunity to help the world. But it won't come from writing a check or volunteering for a charity. It will come from his willingness to continue to say "Two and a Half Men" is his favorite TV show and "Parents Just Don't Understand" is the greatest rap song ever recorded.

Corny? Yes. But it's important to remember the street is not the only place where cred comes from.

We all know THESE guys...

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=hruby/070517

Seniors last day...

The seniors last school day is today, and let me tell you how big of a circus it has been...(I won't, I'll spare you the details)...

It brings up the question...after behaving, being somewhat respectful the entire year...

What kind of high does someone get by being completely unruly the last day of school and not obeying any orders?

I don't quite understand that...

End of School year...

The weather is warming up, and thank goodness, the end of the academic year is right around the corner.

Our seniors get out Wednesday, while we go until the 25th. It should be a good summer.

I am coaching an AAU team, we will compete various weekends during the summer months.

Also, I'm moving into a new place on June 15th, looking forward to that.

Hope all is well with everyone else, please keep me updated on what you're doing...

CoachMcCabe@gmail.com

Innocent humor...

--Go to Google.com

--Click on Maps.

--Click on get Directions.

--From New York,New York

--To Paris,France.

--And read line # 23.

Month...

Well, as if you couldnt tell, basketball season is over, so my life has slowed down quite a bit.

I would be posting more if there was more to talk about, but not much going on here.

I will figure out something soon!

Hope all is well!

Why I Coach...

I will be posting various things about "Why I Coach"...

Today, is an email I received from a player a couple days after our season was over...

Thank you for everything that you have done for me this year, you might not know it, but you have played an outstanding role in my success this year. Everything that you say regarding basketball, I absorb it and use it on the basketball court, and it all has lead to major improvements in my game. I personally feel that you are a great coach, and an even better person, and I admire that. I believe that the skills that you have taught me will follow me for the rest of my basketball career. Once again I would like to thank you for EVERYTHING you have done for me this year, I appreciate it!!!!

Season Finale

With our season that touched every bit on the scale of low to high, we unfortunately got beat this past Saturday in Warrensburg, by Rockhurst 58-53.

We didnt play our best game of the year, we didnt play our worst. We lost b/c we couldnt make the play(s) at the crucial times of the game. Every time there was a momentum change and we had a chance to take over, we couldnt quite do it.

As I told our guys after the game:
We're extremely proud of you, and losing this last game takes nothing away from our accomplishments this year. Unfortunately you all have seen how the low's of how life can be, and also seen some extreme highs. We're proud of the way you continued to work everyday. I also told them that the relationships that I have built with the guys will be something that will continue far beyond the locker room in Warrensburg.

We're extremely sad that we couldnt advance on, but we do understand that winning 22 games, our conference title and being one win away from the Final Four is still a pretty good year.

Still more work to do though.

Thanks for all your support this year. It has meant a lot.

Keeps getting bigger...

With a dominating, 58-34, victory over Winnetonka in Sectionals, we now move on to face our biggest rival, Rockhurst for the chance to go to the Final Four.
http://www.kansascity.com/mld/kansascity/sports/16806357.htm

We play Saturday at 6pm, in Warrensburg.

Liberty v. Rockhurst is like KU v KSU, Duke v. Carolina. It is a HUGE rivalry.

Listen live:

http://www.liberty.k12.mo.us/

Wish us luck!!

Biggest game...

Tonight, we tip at 6:30, in what is probably the biggest game I've ever been a part of. Sure, I was lucky to be on the bench against KU 7 times, Big XII tournament, and so on.
This game tonight though, is like playing in the "Sweet 16" round of the NCAA tournament.

We had a good day of practice Monday, and a decent day yesterday.

A Super exciting time of the year! I'll let you know how we do tomorrow!!

March to State continues...

Holy cow what a weekend...

We beat Blue Springs South 43-40, with a 3 pointer as 2.1 seconds were left on the clock. We played one of our worst games of the year, so we are extremely fortunate to be able to advance. Now we move on to the "Sweet 16" so to speak. There are only 16 teams left, we play Wednesday night, against Winnetonka at St. Joe.

You can hear the game audio feed live on the internet, we tip at 6:30. (www.liberty.k12.mo.us)

As you could imagine, we're super anxious for Wednesday to get here, and we truly believe we have a realistic shot at winning the Championship.

Thanks for all your support. Look forward to hearing from you soon!

March to State...

We have our opening game of Distrtict play tonight, against Blue Springs @ Blue Springs South. We have to win 6 games to win a State championship, and that is our focus.

We play tonight at 6pm, you can catch it on-line at Liberty.k12.mo.us.

I'll update more later!

Another update from L-Town...

The Liberty Bluejays won conference on Friday with a victory over Conference #2 Blue Springs South. We moved to 18-4, 10-0 with that win, and secured our conference championship. Afterwards we celebrated by cutting down the nets in front of a terrific home crowd. A terrific way to end our last home game of the year!
This past Monday we went to Rival Oak Park and got a win, which moved us to 19-4, 11-0. We have one remaining game, a conference battle v William Chrisman tomorrow, Friday the 16th.
After that, we play @ Blue Springs South v. either Blue Springs or William Chrisman in the first round of our district play. We hope to be playing our best basketball starting then.

The Royals pitchers and catchers reported today, which is cause for great joy in my life. I am hopeful that they will have a decent season, and I am definitely going to be out at The "K" this summer.

We had a couple of "Weather" days this past week. Which means instead of working, I was at the house, keeping updated on everything ESPN/CNN. It was a nice break, since I was a little under the weather anyways.

Hope everything is going well, a SUPER important week upcoming for us. We have worked hard to put ourselves in good position to make a run at this Championship, hopefully we will!!

Picture...

Well, The Jay's got another win last night, improve to 17-3, 9-0. We play #2 Columbia Rockbridge tonight @ Home on Senior Night.

For those of you that dont know, the picture is of KSU Super Fan, "Weird Robert". This has to make your Tuesday much better!!!

Update...

Well, the whirlwind of a week/weekend is seemingly over and things went as well as could be expected.
They ended up doing a 6 way by-pass on Thursday. The procedure lasted from 7:30am-2:00pm. The Dr. came out and met with myself, my uncle, my brother, and my mother around 2:15 and told us that his heart was "very happy". He was very encouraged how well everything went, and said that my father will feel terrific.
Thank you all for your support through everything. I have printed off dozens of emails and taken them to him to see. He has been blown away by the support.

It was great to see Melynda obviously. She was(is) such a terrific help for my family this week. She is always a great help to me, and that was very well illustrated Thursday-Saturday. Her folks were also, as always, tremendous in helping my mom, and just being around to lend a hand when need be. They are a terrific family, and Melynda is the absolute best.

We play Monday, Tuesday, Friday of this week. Monday is a conference game, Tuesday is against the #2 team in the State, Columbia Rock Bridge, and Friday is our "Courtwarming" game v Blue Springs South, the #2 team in the conference. If we win tonight, we could clinch the Conference title with a win on Friday. Super exciting week upcoming!

Look forward to hearing from you soon!! Oh, and how bout those Wildcats!!!

Victory!

We have moved to 16-3 on the year after a win v. Park Hill by 22.

More importantly, I will be out Thursday-Sunday as I spend time with my familiy and friends as my father undergoes triple by-pass, Thursday 7:30am.

I have a wonderful family, terrific friends, and also, the best girlfriend anyone could ask for. I am extremely fortunate to be surrounded by such good people, it makes MY life easier, having these people with me.

If there is anything I have understood since my father had the heart attack on the 6th, it's that caring, compassionate, loving people can make the difference no matter the situation. Those of you fit into that category and I am extremely thankful and do not take you for granted.

Feel free to call/text/email me this weekend.

I look forward to passing along to you all the good news that is sure to follow this weekend.

Thanks again for all your support!!!

Park Hill @ Liberty

Check us out tonight, as we look to improve to 16-3 on the year. You can watch it live by clicking on this link:
http://www.liberty.k12.mo.us/athletics/2003/

Let's go Jays!

Jays improve to 15-3

We got two good wins this past week, both by 20+ point margins. We had our shooting guard set a school record for # of three point makes, 8, in our friday night game.
We play Park Hill on Tuesday, then are off for a week, until we play #2 in the State, Columbia Rock-Bridge.

The good part of not having a game this Friday is that I can now be with my family and Melynda. My fathers surgery is scheduled for 7:30 am on Thursday, the 1st.

Things work out well, and this is just another case of it falling into place, and I am extremely thankful for that.

Hope things are going well!!

Tournament...

The Jays moved to 12-2 with a win Tuesday night in the opening round of their own Liberty Tournament.
We play tonight at 8:30, you can check it out live on our website...www.liberty.k12.mo.us. Look for the streaming option.

My father is feeling much better. He is resting at home, and meets with the surgeon on Monday to decide the next best course of action.

Hope things are going well. Talk soon!

Thank you...

Thanks to all of you who showed concern about my father. He is doing much better and at home. He will wait to meet with the surgeon in a couple of weeks, and then be able to proceed from there.

The Jays are 11-2, 6-0 in Conference, and ranked 6th in the latest State rankings. A good honor for our guys, but lots of games to be played.

Talk to you all soon!

Weekend...

Had a wild and crazy weekend for sure...

Our BlueJay's got a 39-34 Conference road win to improve to 5-0 in Conference and 10-2 overall.

Afterward, I was told my Aunt, has lapsed into a Coma and is in an Indianapolis hospital. She is doing slightly better today, Monday afternoon, but she still needs all our thoughts and prayers!

Then, Saturday afternoon I received a phone call from my mother saying that my father had a heart attack. As I arrived at the hospital they were taking him back to perform an operation. He has since returned to his hospital room where he is resting. He will be moved out of ICU to a normal room this afternoon, then he will be sent home Wednesday is our hope.

He has a lot of ppl thinking and praying about him, and all of that is greatly appreciated. I will update you as I know something, and feel free to call or email.
CoachMcCabe@gmail.com.

I check my email hourly, so I will get it.

Thanks to those of you who already have sent your prayers. Continue to send them, and know how much my family and I appreciate them.

New cell phone #...

I hope that you all had a very Merry Christmas and a safe and happy New Year!!

I changed cell #'s, and emailed it out. If for some reason I didnt include you on the email, send me one @ CoachMcCabe@gmail.com, and I'll give you my new #.

I will post about all that happened over winter break when I am free.

Take care, and all the best!!