Well this seems a little late. Late in that I am writing to you much later in the week than I hoped and late because of what happened on my way home to write.
I'm tired. Tired from all of the preparation and tired from all of the adjustment that I have felt at home. So as I was leaving work I don't think it was that I thought to drive as fast as I could - it was just that I didn't care. I just wanted to be home. I wanted to see my wife. I wanted to take a break and get some sleep before a big day in my career - our first game of the season.
And so when I was pulled over for going 65 in a 45 I was deflated. I pulled over and waited for the cop to come to my window, license and registration in hand. I was worn down from a long day. For a moment I thought about trying to get out of the ticket - to tell the cop who I was and how tired I was. But as I sat there I thought - I was just an idiot. I knew I was speeding - and I didn't care enough. I didn't think I would get caught. Then I did.
The problem is that I didn't make this mistake any old time. I made it during a week when our focus had been to start fast and finish strong. Every day multiple times in practice I had told the players to start fast and finish strong - and then I go and quit too soon. I quit on what seems like a minor thing - just a drive home. But now it costs my family and hurts my pride and reputation.
We will win against Appalachian State as long as we can start fast and finish strong, but if I don't think the same way for everything I do I know that victory will be hollow. I will have so much else on my mind that I won't be able to celebrate the way I should. So I guess as I go forward and own up to my ticket I leave you all with what has been running through my mind: When things go wrong we have two choices: make moves or make excuses.
I'll be praying you and I make the right decision.
-- Bas
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