I played basketball with a few of the sisters last Saturday. We weren't all that fantastic - but we talked the talk and (kind of) walked the walk.It's quite fun to run around the pavement bouncing a ball, switching directions, passing, grabbing rebounds, jumping, shooting, defending, laying-up, and trash-talking. But after the small little taste on Saturday, I have this weird desire to get good at basketball. I feel like doing some training, getting fit, shooting around more, eating right so I can play better, getting some b-ball gear, organising more games, and watching NBA and movies like 'White Men Can't Jump' for inspiration.
It's alright, I haven't been drugged. I don't know if it's just a phase that I'm going through, but we'll see how long this lasts...
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