good ol' four-on-four basketball. just like in philly...except not as cold and minus one person per team and no steak and cheese after you eat. ok, so i never really played basketball in philly, but fresh prince did. "in west philadelphia born and raised, on the playground is where i spent most of my days. chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool, shootin' some b-ball outside of the school...." you know the rest.
i'm sitting at my favorite starbucks writing this up. i'm taking a day off. jealous? ha!
this morning was good hoops. 1k bill claimed he was only half the man he usually is, although i don't think i'd quite make that claim. he held up well with that status. justin the nigerian (would that make him ni-justin?) was his normal active self. just think what he might be like with some red bull in him. and steve trying to steal don's trademark corner three pointer. we'll let them fight it out on the court.
note for monday: steel-toed nikes are strong suggested. it seems that we've giving up twisting our ankles to wrecking our toes. maybe it's because our ankles are damaged they can't make the news anymore.
keep in mind that next friday might yield us only half a court or no court. i think we'll get half. more on that as it develops.
have a good weekend!