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Wow it’s been a long time. I'm not perfect, but who are we kidding, neither are you. I was planning on updating over the holidays since someone actually informed me that I hadn’t updated in a while. I didn’t think anyone ever checked this place. Now that I have a bit of time I thought I would update whoever would like to know what’s going on with Mr. Robinson.
In November I returned to my old stomping grounds of MCI for volleyball provincials. Gord and I did our best to prepare the boys. We went undefeated all the way to the finals, even with our middle nursing a sprained ankle, and Miller carrying the team on his back. He’ll be playing for BU next year. He looks just like I used to in that old gym. It was weird being back in the gym. I wish I could have played but the boys did great anyways. We ended up losing the final to a very good Niverville team, which will be a force next year. I had a ton of fun this year and it will be hard if I leave to not coach them again next year.
Just before the holidays my brother called me and told me that him and Andrea are going to the next level. Not the Wedding Crashers “next level”, where Ian gets to watch Andrea with another girl. Ian believe it or not, is getting married. “What? What an idiot! Good! Good! More for you and me.” He’s not an idiot, I’m quite happy for him. Once Ian and Andrea tie the knot, two of the great Manitoban families will finally be united. “And then we can challenge the Klingons for interstellar domination.” The wedding could be quite boring as there won’t be a dance, or alcohol due to Andrea’s parents being extremely religious. Now I know first hand that alcohol doesn’t make a party, but you gotta have a dance or something after the meal. Whatever, it’s not my wedding and Andrea and Ian seem to be planning it the way they want to, and that’s all that really matters. I am looking forward to roasting my brother though as I am going to be his best man.
I didn’t do much over the holidays as I was sick most of them, but it was great seeing mostly everyone again. I did get caught up in my UFC and even managed to GNP my good buddy Bumbles a few times. The Big Kat did manage to make me tap once I think. He has a good guard. Anyways big news on the UFC front is that Royce Gracie will be returning in May to fight Matt Hughes. I already told Ian that I would pay for him and I to go down to Las Vegas if it is the long weekend. I’m trying to talk Pampers to come but he might not be able to make it. If it does not occur on the long weekend in May, I will hopefully be able to make it to one in the summer with my time off provided I have a job next year.
I know what you’re thinking, you don’t even have to say it. “Please don't take a turn to negative town.” I usually don’t but the reality came through at the last staff meeting. The principal said that they are probably going to have to cut a few staff members due to lack of funds. Being a term position, I and a few other teachers are first in line. I’m not too worried though as I have been told I could find another job almost anywhere. But I really enjoy working here at the school. The kids are great and the administration is really good to work for. As Seinfeld would say “everything seems to work out for me” so I’ll go where ever I am meant to be. I may even end up back in Brandon, or even some weird and obscure place like Michigan.
I haven’t been back to Brandon all that much. Recently I watched Garden State and I feel like Andrew Largeman from Garden State every time I go home:
Now if I could only find a girl like Natalie Portman was in this movie I would be set. Putting this aside, I will be coming back this weekend for someone’s special day though. That’s right our little Marnie is turning the big 24 this Thursday. I was just playing with that friendship doesn’t exist. I feared that Laser and I would drift apart when I moved, but nothing can break a great friendship. Even a good “Hood Rat”. I guess we know why Chongo hasn’t had a girlfriend in a while. It’s been us all along, holding him back. “Grab that net and catch that beautiful butterfly, pal!” “Rule #76: No excuses. Play like a champion!”
