Basketball Woes
I met some friends of mine today to play some basketball and hang out. We had not been able to spend any time together in a couple of months, so I was pretty excited to get to hang out with them. After some wandering around, I found the court they were at and proceeded to play.
Woe #1: I was playing against one of my friends when he had the ball. His teammate set a screen, and he went around and put up a shot. I went under the screen and jumped to get a hand in his face as he shot, and as we came down he landed on my foot, twisting his ankle pretty bad.
He immediately fell to the ground and started moaning while grabbing his ankle. He looked awful, but every now and then he would look at me and say (imagine the worst foreign accent you can) "No problem, no problem", then he would go back to grimacing. Needless to say, he didn't play any more basketball that day. After a while, he seemed a lot better, and even walked around some. Okay, he hobbled, but that's close to walking. It's not too serious, and there were no hard feelings.
Woe #2: I came to the sad, honest realization that I have very little, if any, basketball skills. It began to dawn on me as I airballed and bricked most everything I threw up, from layups to jumpers to off-balance haymakers. My defense was a little better, but I still got scored on more times than I care to remember, mostly from the post.
Non-Woe #1: I found that I at least had plenty of energy with which to play, even if I had no skills to play with. I started running some this past summer, and it seems to be getting me in better shape. I could run around a lot, even if I couldn't do much of anything else.
Non-Woe #2: After the game, we all walked (and hobbled) over to a restaurant and then to one guy's house to hang out. All in all, it was a good time with friends. Maybe next time we can play foosball...
