Nervous Wreck
Last night I watched the last two “elite eight” games of the women’s NCAA tournament and found myself feeling more nervous about the situations of the games than the athletes who were involved.
When it comes to critical game situations, I am a wreck. Continuing to play effectively when you have 4 fouls is impressive. Having the clarity of mind to make a key pass in a split-second of opportunity is brilliant. Demonstrating the confidence and steadiness to hit a closely guarded 3-point shot reveals more nerve than seems possible from my experience.
Conversely, when I am working in the paddocks around four beasts who each weigh over a thousand pounds, I’m probably cooler than I should be. The other day, Light kicked out in my general direction so quickly without warning, I think it warped the laws of physics.
Suddenly I was no longer so calm and collected.
The horses have been moodier than normal the last few days. Maybe they are picking up on my tournament-watching energy of late. I think their nerves might be getting a little frayed, too.
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I’m sure that has nothing to do with the fact you are not letting them out while you plant new grass. Lol
Catsandcoffee
April 2, 2024 at 10:08 pm
Well, you wouldn’t be wrong in that, but we suspect it may be more a function of the spring restart of the mare’s heat cycles kicking in which always coincides with pastures needing protection from the pressures they put on a field during the vulnerable early spring season.
johnwhays
April 3, 2024 at 11:19 am