i don't know how tired everyone was on wednesday, but greg and i were talking about the strenuous work out two games of man-to-man defense provided. even though we were both happy for that workout, we agreed it was nice to switch to zone the last game for a rest.
mvp was uncle dave, who was playin' the game like pirate dave: inside and outside shots dropping like they were hot, pwning the boards, and driving like a professional on a closed course. it would seem the tables have turned on all who might have inflicted him pain before.
if you would like to get smacked around by uncle dave, come early tomorrow for the beating!
