Bloated and basking, bordering on gloating, the celebration continues

I am a 1955 fat cat on a hot rock, before small cans and dry food and engineered nutrition and declawing for pets ruined it all. I am bloated and basking, bordering on gloating, I lick my paw and pull it over my head to keep my hair from sticking up. I refuse to talk about the girls lacrosse championship to anyone not related to a player because I know we are all entering the annoying phase of post-play victory celebration syndrome. I understand there was some dumb school board meeting Thursday night and honor society inductions at the high school while young athletic women with Cape emblazoned across their uniforms brought statewide glory to a school district so intent on going “Pacman” on itself. During my teaching career I skipped any important meeting that conflicted with a kid activity, asking myself the question: “Just exactly what are we doing here if not to support kids?” Granted I skipped adult mandatory meetings anyway because 98 percent of them were just flat out unnecessary.

COACH FATTY - Steve Aubrey is the best lacrosse goalie coach on the planet and Sarah May is a smart girl with a solid work ethic and unflinching eyeballs. And together coach and athlete teamed to transition Sarah from an inexperienced liability to an athletic asset who fronted a net for a team that went 18-0 and won a state championship. Aubrey is the stand off to the side, not searching for credit outside the lumber yard contractor and coach who in 1998 was head coach of the boys team that went 19-0 and earned a state title.

ROGUE ELEMENTS - Speaking of talented and well-balanced, self-actualized athletes and coaches, let me reiterate what I wrote weeks ago, “Just because you can’t trust everyone doesn’t mean you can’t trust anyone.” And, in fact, most people are who we think they are and there is no reason to be brought down by rogue predator sharks circling the social tank of trusting fish. Think of porpoise schooling about, lifting, rolling and tail slapping. They have fun hanging together and protecting one another. Who you calling bottlenose?

TWIN SISTERS - Last Sunday morning following the Masser Five Miler at Cape Henlopen it was time for the just for fun kids races. Two-year-old Celina Sordi looks in harmony romping across the turf field, but her fraternal twin sister Brianna must be persuaded by Roxanne, her mother. Also pictured is Delaware’s D.J. Farren, just 7 years old, completing the Masser Five Miler. Dr. Lee Masser, 74 years old, completes the 17th annual race named in his honor. Tim Bamforth always calls Lee Dr. Masser, but I follow the rule of my former not ready for prime time students - “You don’t cut nobody - you ain’t no doctor.”

SNIPPETS - Kevin Corrigan, the head lacrosse coach at Notre Dame University, is the first cousin of Cape lacrosse coach Mark D’Ambrogi. Kevin was 196-96 after 21 years reaching the title game in 2010. Mark’s uncle Gene Corrigan is the former athletic director at Virginia and Notre Dame and commissioner of the ACC and president of the NCAA. Mark’s mother Mary Corrigan D’Ambrogi is a member of the Greater Baltimore chapter of the United State Lacrosse Hall of Fame. Mark is someday hoping to get off the kids table at Thanksgiving Day family dinners. Roy Hallady had the greatest comment after throwing a perfect game against the Marlins. “I just followed Chooch.” Cooch is catcher Carlos Ruiz and if he finds out his nickname means “jackass” in Italian he may not be happy. I had a good friend in high school whose parents were Hungarian refugees from the 1957 Russian takeover. First they send the girls, then years later it’s tanks. We called Paul Barczy “Chooch” and would call his house asking his mom “Chooch home?” His mother would call out “Choochie! Telephone.” Mom was happy her child was becoming Americanized. That was just wrong.