måndag, januari 09, 2006

CAT, PIG, Whatever

I watch one kid play basketball and it takes me back to shooting hoops for hours with my brothers. So I go to the gym and practice, just for fun. "Hey, wanna play CAT?" I ask.

"You mean, PIG?"

Sure. Right. That's what I meant.

The next morning I couldn't lift that section of my arm between the shoulder and the elbow off the mattress.

"That amount of soreness shouldn't kick in until the second day," someone offers.

Right now I am seeing a whole lot of checker boards in my future.