It was a great day for our local community.

Today, the East Lansing High School Boys Varsity Soccer Team won the Michigan State Soccer Championship (Division 2) by a score of 1-0, with the winning goal scored with 16 minutes remaining in the game. This is the school’s third state soccer championship, and first since 2002.

What makes this victory particularly meaningful to me is that it is the first state championship won by a team with players that I coached several years ago. At the time, it was clear that I had some very special players and I predicted this very outcome. Alas, my older son decided not to play soccer in high school, but I am pleased to see that a few of his former teammates continued and have had success. Next year will be their senior year, so hopefully I will get to post this again in about 12 months.

Congratulations! I am proud of you guys.

I am trying to recover from a rather severe cold.

Over the past week, I have been suffering from a cold. I usually just ride them out, and one of the advantages of working from home is the ability to care for myself and still be able to make progress on important projects, albeit at a slight disadvantage to productivity.

Once or twice a year, though, I get sick enough to actually take medicine to (supposedly) help. Ironically, perhaps, every time I decide that I need to relieve the cold symptoms, the next day or two are just miserable. There is no good, scientific way to determine whether I am resorting to drugs just as the worst part of the illness hits, or if the decongestants are causing me more harm than good. [Insert preferred pharmaceutical industry rant here.]

The one thing that most of my really bad colds seem to have in common is that they tend to correspond with beautiful weather. After a long Michigan winter, the cold will hit hard on the first day with bright sunshine, or, as in this instance, it arrives on the last lovely day before the big cold front is forecast to drop temperatures below freezing.

Sorry, no major revelations about game development or design herein, but one needs to complain every so often to dissipate a foul mood.