state champs

I spent the evening at our boy's State Championship soccer game. (Which my school won, by the way. We are 20-0 for the season, and are now nationally ranked.) Highlights of the night included hearing our campus minister, whose job description mainly involves being warm and fuzzy, yell at the refs, being asked if Chad was my brother, watching the officials try to clear the fans off of the field after the game so they could begin the award ceremony, and watching James pretend not to see me because he still insists on acting five years old. So I flirted with his roommate, because if he's allowed to be five years old, then so am I. I'm so mature.

Oh, and I also rather enjoyed making fun of Brady, one of my funniest students, as he ran around like a madman in a swim cap, spandex body suit, with blue and gold paint all over himself. I'd say that all-around, we are a pretty classy group. Go, Cavs, go.