This last week has been one, physically for me, mired in a sick funk. It grabbed me last weekend like some cheesey horror flick villain and held on tight with mucus tentacles and Vicks vapo rub breath.

I still made it into work for a few days (days that I was scheduled) armed with Wal-phed and determination. And even though I pretty much collapsed upon returning home, it was good for my spirit to do something other than lay in bed and cough.

It is better today. I feel stronger. I’ll be getting on an exercise bike today and sweating some. There is a softball practice on the schedule for Sunday but the rain is also coming. I will take what comes but the main thing for me is feeling 100 percent better.

My Coasters’ tournament softball team is set to play in Las Vegas in two weeks. I’m already psychologically ready for it, now the physical part of it has to come.

This is not my local softball team. It’s the traveling team my buddy John and I have organized since 2001. We average a city a year but we’re now looking at a Memorial Day weekend tournament for this year as well. I try not to coincide this with any my local team (Cougars) want to do.

Play ball!