Weekend/Work/What's Up?

So since last Thursday (through Wednesday) I've been working for this espn gameshow called stump the schwab. I used to think that I knew a lot about sports. I no longer think so. Some of these contestants are machines. Anyhow, I don't have computer access throughout the day as the contestants need to be sequestered and I end up watching over them for nine hours or so a day-hence my recent lack of posting. There was one contestant recently named Guy. Whenever you address a man named Guy by name, you automatically feel like you are condescending him. "Good luck, Guy." "Nice to meet you, Guy." "Better luck next time, Guy." It's a delicate situation.

Alison makes a mean Brisket. So I've got that going for me, which is nice.

I went to see Fever Pitch last night. I had low expectations and a chip on my shoulder heading into it due to MLB allowing Jimmy Fallon and Drew Barrymore onto the field after the Red Sox won the world series. Nonetheless, I thoroughly enjoyed the film. I bet you would too seeing as how we normally enjoy the same films.

I finally returned to the basketball court Friday night. Exree Hipp played in the division champions tournament. We only had five players. My lack of conditioning while injured didn't play dividends. I nearly fainted at the end of the first half. My face changed colors from beet red, to ghostly white, to a nice greenish hue (so I'm told.) We blew an 11 point lead with five minutes to play. I missed a three pointer off the back rim at the buzzer and we lost 65-62. We played hard though and even though we lost, we really won because the other team had to play another game immediately afterwards. I definitely would have died if we played another game. Three days later and I'm still indescribably sore. I can hardly touch my knees nevemind my toes. Given the way I felt after the game, I sincerely believe that those new Gatorade Endurance commericals in which different dehydrated athletes crumble into pieces are not enhanced in anyway. Had I taken a charge I would have surely been smashed into smithereens.

After our game the team went out, division championship trophies in hand, to celebrate a great season. A group of dudes walking around the streets of New York on a Friday night all carrying trophies tend to get a lot of attention-much of it soaked in sarcasm. Nevertheless holding a trophy tends to do wonders for your self-esteem.

Here is hoping you get a trophy soon. Have an awesomely unleavened Monday.