monday was another clash of matched teams! all games were epic! those were the games for which songs will be written. late at night long after work when you are sitting around the fire having eaten meat cooked fresh from the hunt and your son asks you tell him a tale, it will be those moments you will expound to him. he will listen in awe and dream of one day being able to play some hoops as epic as that. these stories will become the lore of his family, of his people. and when other children ask him what his father does, he will tell them the stories of epic basketball!
monday might be gone, but the days of epic basketball are not. perhaps wednesday will be another such day. be a part of the lore. be a part of epic legend!
ps: speaking of epic,...
