Free to good home: two knees afflicted with mild patelar tendonitis from years of basketball. As a bonus, I’m willing to throw in two achilles heels with chronic bursitis and two arthritic ankles. Left heel has noticable haglund’s deformity.
Sometimes in the middle of the day I have to break the monotony of checking things off my “to do” list, take a walk over to the gym, and make 150 shots.
And then I can go back to checking things off my “to do” list and it doesn’t seem so tedious anymore.
Just finished making 150 shots. Just checked “write blog entry” off my “to do” list. Next item on my “to do” list: “Make new ‘to do’ list.”
Couldn’t win a stinking game last week.
10-0 this week.
“Every trip is a quest,” he tells them. “And the real purpose of every quest? Self-knowledge."
After class he walks to the locker, disrobes, dons sneakers and sweat socks, a mesh reversable jersey, baggy shorts. His purpose? Play basketball and win. Which he does, with less skill each passing day. This day, his teams win two and lose two. One game he scores 15 of his team’s 21 points.
Returning to his office, he curses himself for growing old.
Bulla elbowed Phillip, who was holding him in the post area. Two times down the court later, Phillip punched Bulla square in the left cheek. Then Bulla hit Phillip on the head with a five-foot, inch-thick tree limb that happened to be lying courtside, breaking it into two jagged pieces. Phillip scooped up the smaller of the two and, as a matter of fact, the sharper of the two, and raced after Bulla to stab him. But the white man’s paralyzed, slack-jawed stare must have been the most laughable image of the entire ordeal.