Just admit it. Almost everyone sandbags from time to time. Look at Ande, entering at 28.9 in the 50 back to have clear water. Bunch of his times look pretty suspect. Peg completely sandbagged the 1000 free at Zones. I entered a coach-approved NT on the 100 IM at Zones and then scratched. Paul Smith is passing on a 100 free duel with evil Smith to save up for his world-record-shattering performance to be in the 200 medley relay. Julie Oplinger sandbagged her 100 fly at Zones. The list could go on forever, so you might as well join the Club.
As for Nats, because of my lack of expertise with sandbagging, I'm over my 25% statistical probability per race of landing in an outside lane.
(Sorry Osterber! :thhbbb:)
If god had not wanted us to sandbag, he would have made neither sand nor bags nor, for that matter, sandbaggers. I am trying to add something philosophical on the nature of aging and diminishing expectations, but my eyes keep wandering over to the smileys adjacent to this typing window. What are those two smileys doing--the one whose head appears to climb on top of the other ones head and does something very odd.
The point, I suppose, is that when you reach my age, and The Fortress will one day reach this age, life is so completely distracting that who is to say what sandbagging really means anymore? You could be swimming along really fast and suddenly start counting tiles on the bottom of the pool, and you would be lucky to come close to the "sandbagged" time. You got to plan for this kind of thing.
Why those damn smileys! One of them now seems to be kissing a worm?
Where am I?
If god had not wanted us to sandbag, he would have made neither sand nor bags nor, for that matter, sandbaggers. I am trying to add something philosophical on the nature of aging and diminishing expectations, but my eyes keep wandering over to the smileys adjacent to this typing window. What are those two smileys doing--the one whose head appears to climb on top of the other ones head and does something very odd.
The point, I suppose, is that when you reach my age, and The Fortress will one day reach this age, life is so completely distracting that who is to say what sandbagging really means anymore? You could be swimming along really fast and suddenly start counting tiles on the bottom of the pool, and you would be lucky to come close to the "sandbagged" time. You got to plan for this kind of thing.
Why those damn smileys! One of them now seems to be kissing a worm?
Where am I?
