Checking in at a rather modest 1.6 pounds, 29.5" in circumference, 122 pebbles per square inch (roughly 35,000 for those interested). 8 panels bisected by black lines.
You can shoot it, bounce it, dribble it, pass it, block it, turn it over, score with it. You can play full court, half court, 5 on 5, 1 on 1 or any permutation in between. It keeps track of pig, horse, and Isuck.
I love basketball. I love watching the game when played at a high level. I love playing the game. I like playing it on Xbox 360, also, though being a cheap-skate, I am currently playing a game 3 generations old (I am playing NBA2K9 in an era when those who are "with it" are playing 2x11).
I like to talk about the game. I like to read about it. I like to think about it.
With Kyle, one of my oldest friends, and Josh...about 16 or 18 years my junior...I am again playing in a Monday night league.
And feeling my age, let me tell you...
Saturday my good friend Mr. Riot Kitty , apparently angered I am still breathing, decided to punish me with a hilly, brutal 43 mile bike ride...our first ride since day after thanksgiving.
Oh, sure, he will come up with some lame excuse that argues he doesn't hate me...like it being my idea to go for a ride that day or something...but we all know the truth. He really inserted the idea Inception style in an attempt to derail my return to the basketball floor.
It failed. I returned. I played decently...problem being, we have a GOOD team this time, so playing decent looks bad.
Be that as it may, I am so enamored of basketball that I have written a short story titled 7 Seconds to Go.
The name is a reference to a famous basketball book, :07 Seconds or Less; My Season on the Bench With the Runnin' and Gunnin' Phoenix Suns.
It is told in 7 parts, each covering roughly one page worth on Microsoft Word, about 14,000 words pending revision.
So, in my continuing effort to bore the world, I will be posting a chapter a day for the next few days.
Feel free to ignore it.
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