The question "wanna join our basketball team on monday nights?" should never be asked to me when I am a few brews deep and lacking the need for an interesting social life.
For the past six weeks, I have spent my Monday nights playing a sport that I have no business playing, watching, or having any remote interest in. Remember the time I thought Larry Bird still played for the Celtics?
My basketball career started and ended in the 7th grade, and since then the only shots I have taken have been from a 1oz glass.
Over all, it was a good experience that I will never repeat. Kind of like bungee jumping, only scarier. After every game I got my pep talks "Well, your defense is getting pretty good...".
Oh, you mean how I compared blocking that chick to chasing around a gerbil.
Do gerbils need to be chased?
On our last game, we were down to the final minute, and being crushed by nearly 25 points. "Ok Kim, you can go in now, and we want you to take the last shot"
I have felt mentally challenged plenty times before in my life, but this was for sure top three...5 seconds left, BALLS UP!... and she misses.
Not. even. close.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Ivy league of their own..
On the bus in route to New Haven with a crowd of MIT kiddies in route Yale.
At first I was like "cool! A group of boys that I get to awkwardly stare at in hopes that our interaction will lead beyond the 'is this the line for the 7:15 bus' "
Somewhere around Framingham, I gave up hope that I would be meeting my soul mate on the Mega Bus.
Topics of conversation among the group:
- What was your high school robot club like?
- What was your biggest accomplishment in the 5th grade?
- 9% of my high school went to Harvard. And only 5 kids went to Yale. Most of the hockey team went to Dartmouth.
- Do you guys think that there is laser tag near Yale?!
...well, 9% of my high school have criminal records. Only 5 kids left the state for college. And most of the hockey team wouldn't be able to tell you where Dartmouth is located.
Laser tag was my chance to join the conversation (clearly didn't want to start by bragging about my high school robot club) but I think the Life&Style mag in hand would have blown my cover for lack of intelligence.
At least significant intelligence. I don't think that my knowledge of Kim Kardashians' sex life would help me in a conversation about quantum physics and blah blah blah.
Back to 'Who wore it best' I go.
At first I was like "cool! A group of boys that I get to awkwardly stare at in hopes that our interaction will lead beyond the 'is this the line for the 7:15 bus' "
Somewhere around Framingham, I gave up hope that I would be meeting my soul mate on the Mega Bus.
Topics of conversation among the group:
- What was your high school robot club like?
- What was your biggest accomplishment in the 5th grade?
- 9% of my high school went to Harvard. And only 5 kids went to Yale. Most of the hockey team went to Dartmouth.
- Do you guys think that there is laser tag near Yale?!
...well, 9% of my high school have criminal records. Only 5 kids left the state for college. And most of the hockey team wouldn't be able to tell you where Dartmouth is located.
Laser tag was my chance to join the conversation (clearly didn't want to start by bragging about my high school robot club) but I think the Life&Style mag in hand would have blown my cover for lack of intelligence.
At least significant intelligence. I don't think that my knowledge of Kim Kardashians' sex life would help me in a conversation about quantum physics and blah blah blah.
Back to 'Who wore it best' I go.
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