Out Of Retirement

last night was my two-month anniversary -- HUGE, i know -- so i decided to surprise aaron. i was very mysterious about my intentions when i packed him up in the car and carted him down to bushmaster park ... to kick his ass in basketball.

i use the term "kick his ass" loosely. i retired from my intramural basketball career in 2005, having scored a grand total of 5 points in a season (but probably committing 250+ fouls!) i'm not a bad shot if i have time to think. which is never in a game of basketball. my defense is intense -- hence all the fouls. another problem is that i don't really know the rules. aaron told me that i was double-dribbling. my response: i don't know what that is, so it doesn't count. i probably last played basketball 1-on-1 with christopher right before i graduated law school. we were pretty evenly matched: he knew how to play basketball, but i had 2 feet and 15 years on him.
SO "to kick his ass" really means "to rub up against him while periodically handling a basketball."

it turns out that bushmaster park is full of sketchy drunk natives, so we left in search of a new hoop when the score was tight: 2 to 1. we now have a complete inventory of basketball hoops in the flagstaff area. neither of us can really see in the dark, so i'll blame the glaring lights at the rec center for the fact that it took us an embarrassingly long time to score 21 points. total.

i have a fat lip and got poked in the eyeball. it is still unclear what i was poked with (possibly something attached to my own body...) we paused the game at that point -- while i was up 11 to 10. the basketball is tucked safely away in the trunk with the air pump until further notice, which hopefully will be soon. i don't really know how aaron felt about the surprise, but he laughed a lot -- presumably at my awesome skillz and propensity for injury, and maybe the time he tried unsuccessfully to make a shot under his leg -- and i thought the whole thing was hilarious. and let's be honest: i've nothing to lose at this point, because improvement is the only option.

in other news, i have pretty much recovered from my death threat last week. it's always the day that you think you just need to slog through uneventfully that results in a near-assault by your client's mom in the waiting area of the courthouse. praise the lord for the seven people who were holding her back and my JPO security detail for the rest of the morning. i, in true oblivious-kelley-fashion, failed to realize that the hysterics were directed at me until after my client fled the courthouse and i chased her barefoot in a suit down the highway to try to calm her down before she hitched a ride with some trucker of questionable moral character.
is this in my job description?

every day is an adventure.