holy fuck

my feet are fucking killing me.

i played about 2 hours of hoops tonight and i'll be damned if i feel old. okay, so i played more like an hour and half and shot around for a bit before things go rolling. and the old comment - all i can think of right now is a memory i have of my dad soaking his feet in epson salt. i have no idea how that feels, but damn if i wouldn't try it if only i had that crap in the house.

so get this....typical guy fashion, 4 guys on the court. two know each other in some way, shape or form, but that's it. i get tired of practicing my bricks and finally ask if anyone wants to play 2 on 2. makes perfect sense. right? not to knuckleheads. instead, the other three think it'd be better to play 33. which, as we all know if every man for himself. what the hell? do i really have a neon sign on my head that says i'd be a lousy teammate?

i must, because we finally added more to the mix and wound up running full court 4 on 4. and wow was i pretty bad. actually i was better in full court mode than i was in the 4 man scramble.

dammit, i wasn't paying attention...i just entered a limit hold 'em tourney. fuck. i'm gonna be up all night. but then it is play money. i should just quit. idiot.