Highlights from Rachel's days in college include having a class down the hall from Chase Daniel and having NCAA wrestling champion Ben Askren hold the door open for her at Brady Commons, Mizzou's student center. She spent time covering Mizzou basketball, softball and baseball while working for the Columbia Missourian and is excited to return home to Southeast Missouri to cover local sports for semoball.com.
Rachel has covered three Southeast Missourian Christmas Tournaments for the Southeast Missourian and semoball.com, and she'll see you courtside again this year.
Breaking up with Albert
I don't want to hear it. Not today.
I don't want to hear that I'm going to be better off without him, that he was a jerk anyway, that I got his best years.
I don't want anyone to tell me to be that I'll always have the good memories or that I should've seen it coming.
I sure as hell don't want to be told to give him a hug and kiss and my thanks.
Not today.
I don't even want to hear that the rich girl who stole him away will be sorry -- that he'll spend all her money and she'll be left with a mortgage she can't pay while he sits fat, old and ugly on her couch.
I don't want anyone saying he's really a good guy. That sometimes this is just the way things go.
I don't want vindication. I don't want revenge. And I don't want him back. Not after all this.
I just want to be sad for a little while.
I want to take a long bath and write a long journal entry filled with nonsense that will somehow make me feel better.
I want to cry. And I am. Right here in the middle of my office, sitting at my desk, trying to figure out what it is I want.
I want that to be OK today.
Abert Pujols broke my heart and now the whole world is trying to tell me how I should feel about it, or worse, trying to tell me I never should have loved him.
I don't want to hear him say he's sorry or try to explain why the Angel he met in LA is better for him -- better than me.
I don't want to be told that there was nothing more I could've done, that I loved him all I could.
I don't want to hear that I'm going to find someone new, that he'll be younger and nicer, that I'll love him, too.
Whoever he is, he won't be better. No one ever has been.
So I don't want to hear it.
Not today.
- -- Posted by Rocket689 on Thu, Dec 8, 2011, at 1:32 PMRachel CraderHaha. Dropping H-E-Double hockey sticks once in a while is a perk of the job, I suppose.
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