Softball-sized knees (Let’s just say it’s a little too early to be running in the rain with shorts on…) and The Plague making its rounds in the Wong House have kept me from the gym/training for about a week and a half now. It’s a blower and I’m not enjoying it. I’ve been relegated to the couch, and normally, with all the great basketball games going on I wouldn’t complain, but Pres Day was last weekend. Y’all know how much I love Pres Day. *sigh*
Aside from the updates on my Twitter timeline, I didn’t “follow” the tournament too closely. I can’t wait to read up on the happenings and the major players (get on that noise, by the way, participants!), but “following” a tournament as it happens would probably be too much for me. It makes me miss competing way too much, especially knowing that I won’t get to compete in any meaningful way for at least couple more months. Although it’ll probably be more fun than competitive, I’m desperately awaiting spring league, when The Triumvirate (we don’t have an appropriate photo together, thus the lack of linkage… mayhaps at spring league we’ll get a sweet photo) reconvenes after a four year hiatus (with our last known collabo-effort being Team G-Spot, which as we all know was a major church league success).
I’m so bored without competition in my life that I’ve taken to playing NBA Draft with my dad. That is, we pick a category, say, “Best Three Point Shooters”, and we’ll “draft” players (preference goes to whoever finishes a name first, obviously). How do I know I’m losing my competitive edge? Recently we did a Dream Team draft. My dad’s first three picks? Magic Johnson, Michael Jordan, and Reggie Theus. My first three picks? Rik Smits, Greg Ostertag, and Eric Montross. My dad felt sorry for me, so he gave me a free pick. I picked Cherokee Parks.
Womp. Womp.
Losing.
Winter doldrums > ya girl.
Ultimate, where are you?
(/whining)
