So for the past few weeks we've moved the regular midweek run outside- our version of the Rodeo road trip (it's really IM indoor soccer that's moving us). Well, we moved the game to courts right next to the freshman dorms. While this is good because there are dudes around to pick-up (the midweek run is usually a couple of regular guys short of a full game), the downside is that these guys typically are idiot freshmen (no kidding).
Yesterday, the difference between "gym guys" and "outdoor guys" (or perhaps, more accurately, between freshmen and old dudes like us) was made clear. We needed three more to run, so we picked-up three buddies. Let's just say these guys were a little too eager to go skins- it must have had something to do with their fake-n-bake "tans." The games themselves were pretty awful- there was no D by anybody really, and we (the old guys) couldn't make a damn layup to save our lives. It was hot. It was ugly. But above all, the worst thing was getting your arm scraped by something as you posted up or set a screen. What the hell was that? you think for a second. Then you realize: you just got a dose of chest hair stubble. Nasty. Freshmen tools.
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vt: something to look forward to next week.
Here we go. I'm going to take my "game" outdoors for the first time in a year and half tonight.
Fake-baked, chest-waxed, pretty boy undergrads, get ready. I'm bringing my sharp elbows and my ass-first rebounding game to your court.
I'm psyched to come home to the Church, but I'm worried about the outdoor game. It's a recipe for injuries, and I'm a little delicate, so take it easy, fellas.
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