I played some cross-cultural basketball today at the park. Nearly died, too. I went to shoot around and there were some guys playing who asked me to join them. Only one spoke english. There were 3 other Spanish guys and a Russian. Then me; the little, white, one armed guy. So we played some 3 on 3 and I was on fire. I ended up scoring 9 of our 15 points. They were all shocked that this one armed whitey could play ball. hehe Unfortunately I'm quite out of shape. So late in the game, my legs literally gave out as I made a move towards the hoop. You know when you see a little kid running and then they get top heavy and it's just a matter of a few more steps before they tumble forward? That's what I looked like. I made the move and immediately mumbled, "Crap, here I go..." Ripped up my arm pretty good but I was ok. A couple plays later I actually scored the winning bucket, driving to the hoop on this buff spanish hombre. It was a pretty cool experience, especially since my team won. :-) A couple scrapes are worth the glory of a pick-up game victory.

Today's tip: When meeting 5 Spanish and Russian people, don't expect to remember their names for more then .73 seconds.