When should I stop warning about language? There's the usual going on again today.

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I bear links, motherreaders!

First off, Congress Threatens to Leave D.C. Unless New Capitol is Built. As usual, the Onion hits a satire piece right on. Bravo, Onion. Bravo. *sarcastic, yet villainous clapping*

Secondly, a Boston Herald writer rips ason Kidd (no J) about complaining about the fans in Boston. I'm not the biggest ason Kidd fan in the world. This should shed some light on why.

Thirdly offly, Ross (Ross mentions 2 days in a row! Yeah!) has written a screenplay for school and sent it to me. For the record, I liked his screenplay Slowly very much. I think he's kind of upset that I haven't gone through the entire screenplay and responded to each and every sentence with the diligence it deserves. I mean, really, how do you respond to the first draft of a solid 112 page screenplay? I could print it out and mark it up. Grade it. Use it to swab up all my tears. Throw 112 little paper airplanes at Ross from a helicopter next time I see him. Note to self: price helicopter rentals. I could do a dramatic dance interpretation or something like that. I dunno. A lil help? A lil help!?

Squagels?

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Stories from the 3 day weekend, Stories from the Me, Volume 1.

Anytime I start to think I'm any good at basketball, I will have to remember Monday. Memorial Day. It was super nice outside. So I filled my bike tires up with air and rode my bike to the park for some run. Some burn. Some good times spent playing basketball, if you will.

The park, friends, was packed. There was already a 5 on 5 game with "who got next?" running 2 squads deep.

Since I'd been there a couple times, most of the guys knew that I can shoot pretty well, so I got picked up pretty quickly and got into the second game I was there for.

I was 1) the tallest and 2) the biggest dude on my team. Thankfully, 2 of the other dudes on my team could dunk -- a white dude and a dude that looked like Redman. The other team had 4 dudes that were taller than me. We're talking 6'4" - 6'7" fellas. Needless to say, I had to guard the other team's big guy, a solid 6'7" 250 dude -- at least. Me? I run about 6'2" 200.

When I was playing "defense", the dude threw me around like a little rag doll. Ouch. I actually played defense this time, though. I hustled and tried to rebound and everything. I just couldn't get up high enough to outjump some of the dudes, what with their height advantage and all.

On offense, I only got off a few shots, a 3 (worth 2) that rimmed out, an inside turnaround J (would have been worth 1) that got swatted (how can you swat my shot!?) and I hit a medium range jumper from the side.

I need to work on my left hand, still. It's a glaring weakness in my game. I also need to get more confident in my shooting ability. And I need to start taking the ball to the hole strong.

Not sure on the whole "dunking" thing, though. I didn't have it Monday, that's for damn sure. I got outclassed on pretty much every level.

Overall, it was a close game. AD (one of the dudes on my team) whizzed a pass about 4 feet above my head that I just missed (it was pretty high) when it was 10-9 them. Ouch. Then the other team ran an alley oop dunk that I just missed deflecting. I read it all the way -- If only I could have gotten up higher, you know? My team ended up losing 11-9 in the end. We were pretty big underdogs, too, I'd say.

I have fun playing there, though -- the park. Good times. Weather permitting, I'll be back there again tonight.

And you know what else, America? I still have more stories. More stories.

For a later day, though. For... a later day.

Love you all!
Eric