I've cured the common cold.

So I played basketball again today. Really I ran around like a mad man and threw the ball mindlessly toward the net from time to time. Out of twelve or so attempted shots, I made two. I'd say that's pretty good.

One of the guys playing with us could read my mind. I'd run to free myself up in the corner and he'd already be chucking the ball in that direction, exactly to where I'd end up-- with the ball in my arms. Boo yah!

I find its pretty easy to accidentally knock people over. Today it was a little different. I leaped into the air and came down with both this kids hands interlocked in mine. Uh...ahem...

I find its pretty easy to fall in love on the court.

I've felt pretty sick the past couple days. Turns out, there's nothing a super exhausting game of b-ball can't cure.