We had a fabulous weekend of volleyball.
We won 4 and lost 3 and the girls played the best I have seen all year.
They moved faster, swung harder, dug deeper, and played smarter than they have at any other tournament this season. Regardless of wins or losses, the best feeling as a coach is to see your players improve and to watch them accomplish new things.
Seriously, there's nothing like it.
While in Denver, Mark and I also enjoyed some of our favorite big-city pastimes like
riding public transportation,
and sipping Peet's Coffee.
And the weekend would not have been complete without my sweet friend (and assistant coach) Shannon, who tried to sneak a volleyball out of the gym under her shirt.
No, that's not true. That's Shannon's baby girl who will make her appearance into this world in just 11 weeks. I have to give Shannon props for spending three days on her feet, whatseemedlike miles from the nearest restroom, giving wonderful advice and care to our nine girls as they played their hearts out. Gosh, I love this job.
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