Saturday, March 06, 2004
Je Suis Sportif
On Wednesday, I played soccer. I do that. Hell, I helped bring this incarnation of soccer to Antioch.
On Thursday, I did Tae Bo. It wasn't very fun. But it was gym class, so it was expected.
On Friday, though, I did two different sports. At dinner, some friends of mine were saying they wanted to play raquetball. That's fun. So I tagged along. Then, as I was leaving, some more friends showed up and needed another person for basketball. Basketball? I haven't played that game for fun in, well, almost a decade. And I wasn't good then. This could only end badly. Right? Well, my friends assured me that they were terrible as well, so it was okay. And I was there, so off I went.
On the first play, I was defense, moving over to guard someone who was dribbling to the basket. He decided to do a no-look pass to his teammate. By no-look, I mean, he threw it into my eye so that I couldn't look for a few minutes. Nevertheless, my team and I went on to victory, after I cried in the corner for a few minutes. I scored the winning basket, and 2 or 3 other points. This may not sound like much, but it's probably as much as I scored in my entire basketball career.
Next up: Rowan joins a frat, sleeps with the cheerleading squad, and gets drunk on Budweiser!
On Wednesday, I played soccer. I do that. Hell, I helped bring this incarnation of soccer to Antioch.
On Thursday, I did Tae Bo. It wasn't very fun. But it was gym class, so it was expected.
On Friday, though, I did two different sports. At dinner, some friends of mine were saying they wanted to play raquetball. That's fun. So I tagged along. Then, as I was leaving, some more friends showed up and needed another person for basketball. Basketball? I haven't played that game for fun in, well, almost a decade. And I wasn't good then. This could only end badly. Right? Well, my friends assured me that they were terrible as well, so it was okay. And I was there, so off I went.
On the first play, I was defense, moving over to guard someone who was dribbling to the basket. He decided to do a no-look pass to his teammate. By no-look, I mean, he threw it into my eye so that I couldn't look for a few minutes. Nevertheless, my team and I went on to victory, after I cried in the corner for a few minutes. I scored the winning basket, and 2 or 3 other points. This may not sound like much, but it's probably as much as I scored in my entire basketball career.
Next up: Rowan joins a frat, sleeps with the cheerleading squad, and gets drunk on Budweiser!