For everyone who missed the show, y'all should've come to the Norman 'Pinky' Lewis recreation center to see the Chenster put on one of the sickest, most illest, ankle breaking, jaw dropping, head spinning and mesmerizing displays of ball playin' that has ever graced this side of Hamilton.
Yea right. I haven't balled in many, many months, let alone do much strenuous activity in a long while. I was mentioning to Erin that I walked up a flight of stairs to get to the school library and I was already out of breath. Allow me to paint you a decent picture: Imagine a sloth. Now shave it's body and give it a basketball. Can you picture it? Good, because that's what I looked like this evening. I missed EVERY shot, dropped nearly EVERY pass, lost most ALL my dribbles, and sweat like Niagra Falls was in my pores. Oh, and did I mention that I ate dinner RIGHT before I started playing? What did I eat, you ask? Nothing but the best, my friend. I stopped by the local Golden Arches and ordered me up a quarter pounder with cheese meal, complete with oily fries and thirst quenching iced tea. It all went down so smoothly, I think the grease coated my hands, which limited my production on the court. Oh well. You live and learn, right?
Even though my skills have greatly diminished over time, it was fun ballin' with a bunch of familiar people as well as meeting lots of new people whose skill sets were far superior to mine. Needless to say, I can't wait for next week.