me ≠ bball player

I am not a basketball player.
I have never been a basketball player.
I never really wanted to be a basketball player.
I have never really wanted to play basketball, well maybe once, some 25+ years ago.

I never watched basketball on TV until college I think.
I have seen probably 5 or so games my entire life.
Watching basketball does not make me want to play it.

I have had high top shoes, but only to skate in.
I have had many pairs of Chuck Taylors, but only for skating, as a gift, as fashion.

I have never played basketball more than once in a row except for the Winter before our family moved from Clearfield, PA to Morgantown, WV.
I was a Jr. in High School and a fair number of my friends would play on Saturdays at the "something" building at the Fair Grounds.
I think I may have gotten a pair of "basketball" shoes then, but more than likely they were also skate shoes.
I played for quite a few weeks.
I remember enjoying it cause we played full court and I could run up and down the court pretty well and I knew my time w/ these guys was limited. I did enjoy the activity. But it didn't matter that it was basketball.
I don't remember learning many for the rules, getting much better at dribbling, or knowing any moves or plays.
I think I got decent at shooting the ball.

I played once w/ Betsy over at the WVU Apartments 2 years.
Betsy hurt my thumb on that day.
My thumb still aches. Maybe not because of that, but it certainly didn't help.
I used to stove that thumb a lot while playing baseball.
I wasn't great at playing organized baseball; Little League, Farm Team. I never really "made" it to Little League, though I did play on the Farm Team All Stars two years in a row.
I like playing sand lot baseball.

I played last night w/ the guys from Pathfinder at Whitemore Park.
We only played 1/3 court.
I have no moves.
I can't dribble and move around.
I can usually hit the backboard.

I sat on the bench like a champ.

My mom liked basketball.
Sorry mom.

Betsy says I've had enough

Pasta Salad that is.

Mike Goss from Sirianni's brought over a hole heap of yummy Pizza and three big, ahh... big, aluminum container, not sure what to call it, to the Cooper's Race.
The pizza all got ate, but we had two Pasta Salads containers left. One went to the Don Park family, one went to the fiendFamily.
Well here's what it looks like getting on down to the bottom on Thursday evening. We had made quite the dent in it.
Sure wish we would have weighed and photoed it when it was new and bloated-

What we took from the race was an unopened one. Completely full, making the top bow. It was really full.
And really heavy.

So starting on Sunday evening we had at least one bowl of it per day. A few days I had several.
Betsy lasted until Tuesday. Her belly wasn't enjoying it any longer. She's doesn't do well with the same thing for two out of the three meals per day.
I've been having it every day. Every day until tomorrow.
I had my bowl today. It didn't smell funny or nothing, but I did feel a little weird shortly there after. And I kind of made mention of it in an email to my Team Bi-atch Comrades.
Now it may have been the long day we had yesterday; saving the turtles, racing in the slime, driving-driving-driving, eating shakes and fries and then Chinese food for dinner.
But Betsy put down her little stompy foot. No more pasta salad!
There's really not much left and I was pretty much intending on not eating anymore after tomorrow anyway.
So I feel a day short of my quest.

She says I was starting to kind of smell like it anyway...

I'll have a photo of what's left soon.
Here it is!-

Couldn't stand it.

Just sitting in there. Still smelling good and Pasta-Salady.
So I had a bowl this morning. Tasted just as good as it did prior to yesterday.
So I had another bowl, warmed up in the microwave, just like the good old days.
Mmmm.

And now it's gone!
Finished!
I did it, and I'm not even beginning to feel ill. At all.
Joy.


Me Pappy would be proud!

Betsy's not here

She's racing w/ her road team, Team Americas Dairyland, in NM, at the Tour of the Gila.

Tonight's pre-evening snack-
Beer and Pop-Tart.

Ummmm yum.

Uh yeah, I don't always take the best care of myself when she's not around.
We do better when we're together.

Right Betsy?!