A week later

and his eyes still look bad. He threw up so hard and so many times that he popped blood vessels all over his face and in his eyes.

He's now convinced that someone went all Tonya Harding on him and poisoned his food so he couldn't compete at districts.

Ummmm...Ok, Joe. I'm sure that is not exactly what happened.

We attended the end of season ice cream sandwich dessert potluck for track tonight. He only lost MVP by five points, which meant if he had not been sick during districts, he probably would have won.

He took it gracefully, I'm proud to say. Of course, I'm taking all the credit, must have been my little pep talk that did the trick. He even received the award for Best Distance Runner, not too shabby, if I do say so myself which I am.

The MVP winner? After receiving his award, he loudly announced,

"What can I say? I'm just a great athlete!"

Thankfully, I'm mature enough not to have said "And you have a big head too." Although I wanted to

Ahem...