Sunday, April 02, 2006
We all want something beautiful...
...Man I wish I was beautiful.
Or a little bit younger. I played basketball today after work. I'm pretty sure everyone there was younger than me like in high school or just out of it. Little energizer bunnies, the lot of them. Here's the play by play:
And Brian's team gets the ball. There they go down the court. Brian is chugging along at the rear. The other team gets the ball. There they go. Brian is standing at half court, watching them all run the other way. Brian starts running back. Oh they're going the other way now. Brian is just going to truck it under his team's basket and maybe they will pass him the ball while he cherry picks. Every once in a while he will run down to the other side and stand in the lane with his arms up while the other team just starts jumping all around him.
It was sad really. To think, once upon a time, some old guy was probably looking at me in the same way. I bet he's dead now. I, myself, may or may not be able to walk in the morning.
Or a little bit younger. I played basketball today after work. I'm pretty sure everyone there was younger than me like in high school or just out of it. Little energizer bunnies, the lot of them. Here's the play by play:
And Brian's team gets the ball. There they go down the court. Brian is chugging along at the rear. The other team gets the ball. There they go. Brian is standing at half court, watching them all run the other way. Brian starts running back. Oh they're going the other way now. Brian is just going to truck it under his team's basket and maybe they will pass him the ball while he cherry picks. Every once in a while he will run down to the other side and stand in the lane with his arms up while the other team just starts jumping all around him.
It was sad really. To think, once upon a time, some old guy was probably looking at me in the same way. I bet he's dead now. I, myself, may or may not be able to walk in the morning.
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I know, I was thinkin' about the stuff I would do in my "younger" days. I used to have no fear... now I'm a chicken!
You should pull up lame at some point, claiming to have a pulled muscle or a ruptered achilles tendon. Then when they gather around to gawk at the gimpy old chap, a mixture of pity and disgust in their eyes, you grab the ball and go uncontested to the hoop and put it down Shaq-Fu style.
Then you punctuate your savvy victory with a bad catch-phrase from your youth, one guaranteed to go over their heads: Booyeah, checkmate on the flipside!
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Then you punctuate your savvy victory with a bad catch-phrase from your youth, one guaranteed to go over their heads: Booyeah, checkmate on the flipside!
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