Brace yourselves, for what I am about to tell you may have you laughing so hard that whatever liquids you may have ingested recently will erupt from your nasal cavities with excessive force... I played basketball. More appropriately, I and a bunch of guys on the OSU Flight Team ran haphazardly around the court throwing the ball more or less at the goal for a couple of hours. Boy was I tired. That was undoubtedly the most physical activity I had subjected myself to in all my years of college. After stopping about halfway through for a water/oxygen break, we continued our game using "street rules" and no one called fouls. This was certainly a wise thing to do, as most of us probably didn't know the rules anyway. Regardless, it was a stupid-good time. I woke up the next morning and my right leg didn't want to move, and my calls of "White Boy Down!" went unanswered. I guess I've got to play through the pain.
Off to "work"
Jeff C.
