He Got Lame
The gym I go to has a full-court basketball area and I got a hankering to play, especially since PJ can be seen frequently taking to street courts and, I dunno, taking people’s gambling money, or something. I don’t know what goes on there; I just know he comes back sweaty and seemingly richer for the experience.
So on a recent day off, I challenged him to some one-on-one. While my score was not embarrassing (in fact, I did well for a guy who hasn’t played proper bball in about 10 years), the after-effect was. I felt like I was going to die from tiredness. My arms hurt, my lungs hurt, and I had to take frequent breaks.
I go to the gym. I thought I was in shape. But basketball is a whole other level or body torture that I’m simply not accustomed to.
And then I got a nasty flu bug that night that hounded me the rest of the week, compounded by the sore muscles of play.
So, this comic came out of that. And now you know.
Straight Ballin’
Yes, the Omar met me on the local school grounds for a showdown of round balling.
It was an epic struggle with the margin of victory being only one point. I won’t take anything away from Omar’s game, but that bastard is 5’8. He’s the hispanic Yao Ming to my Earl Boykins. Still, I was surprised with how well he played after a ten year lay-off. Hopefully, another ten years doesn’t go by between now and our next game. I may not have knees by then.
Luckily, Omar avoided Meany’s mistake and opted to dress comfortably instead of as a “balla.” I just couldn’t have handled it if he’d shown up in a Rony Seikaly throwback or something.
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