Wildcat basketball

Something is going on in Houston town. Something tragic. The ‘Cats are victims of 2 losses in a row and 4 of their last 5 have also been losses. Schwable has not been the same since his battle with flu. Estes has not been getting the ball enough, and turnovers are a plenty, free throw shooting lax, and defense non existent. It is a pergatory for the ‘Cats now, and I am sad. However I still love the games, I still cheer my buttocks off, and my friends and I still have a great time. Hughes is blocking shots left and right, but his free throw shooting has gone south. There has been 1 bright spot though.

Brad Ivanowicz is back. Holy cow is he back. Direction and leadership are evident on the floor now, and his passing is brilliant. I love watching him pass the ball, it is a thing of beauty. He hits people in places that I didn’t think were possible. Thank Jesus for Brad Ivanowicz.

The next 2 games are against Botkins and Jackson, that should be 2 wins. Giving us an 11-9 record. Sixth seed for sectional, play Fairlawn in the first round at Piqua. Russia in the sectional final. We got this.

A response

   Dear Matt,

In response to the letter you sent me a month ago (see below) I have delivered your such requests for snow. I must mention however, it had nothing to do with your pleading a muling. The snow came merely when I wanted it to, and that is that. The timing is right, wouldn’t you say? People in your neck of the woods complain that they don’t get enough days off from school in the 3rd quarter. Well, I have given you a week of brutal cold and fervent snow from Monday on, giving you an extension of the weekend and essentially a 2nd Winter Break. I expect flowers, chocolates, forts, snowmen, sledding, skiing, love letters, and a holiday commemorating the great Joy I have brought you and your region.

Adamently,

Jack Frost.

Dear Winter,

Hello winter, you may have heard of me, my name is Matt Casey. I know you may be harboring some cold feelings for me still after all these years. I’m sorry that I denounced you as my favorite season 7 years ago, but it was time to move on to better seasons. I’m sorry I chose Autumn. However, Winter, you have so many great qualities to offer, none of which you are putting on the table as of now.

Where is the snow? How can I make forts, shovel, and go sledding without the snow. These are awesome past times in your time of year, and yet still you keep them away from us. I do not care for your maniacal laughter, Mr. Frost, I choose instead your chilly warmth of hot cocoa, and frozen hands. Why won’t you come to us?

You gave us a glimpse on Christmas evening, but not enough of you to make your friend Parson Brown come to life. You tease us, torment us, and give us inspiration here and there, but ultimatel crush our dreams. You’re like the captain of the cheerleading squad who gives you a smile and a wink, but never anymore. Please give in and come to us., give us a chance to embrace you.

I wanna make it right Winter. I don’t want you to feel lead on, because I’m sticking with my guns, and my guns are, well in singular sense, Autumn (Autumns?) but I nevertheless miss your presence with your bountiful and beautiful snow powdering the ground, cascading off trees, and creating an aura of happiness everywhere.

I miss you,

Matt Casey