Weekend Warriors

I'm still trying to dislodge that disgusting taste from my mouth.

Last night while playing rec basketball in the dying minutes of the fourt quarter, I was foulled. The chick who was guarding me took a swipe for the basketball and instead of going for the ball she ended up swiping at my face and somehow getting her hand in my mouth and actually cutting open the inside of my lip.

Now there was no immediate whistle so I simply held onto the ball turned my head and asked in a very polite manner, "Are you gonna call that?" Perhaps it was that and the look on my face (which according to my teammates was priceless) which finally caused him to blow his whistle.

No wonder I aired out my first foul shot as I was still wiping out my mouth feeling completely violated.

Women's rec league basketball will always make me laugh. It is these women who get together at least once a week to relive their glory days. Some of them play like it's a national championship when in reality it's a Tuesday night in some shitty second gym at a B-list high school. We don't even get to use the actual electronic scoreboard, instead we're back to flipping numbers and utilizing an oversize stop watch. I've never been apart of anything so dodgy.

Now if you'll excuse me I need to go wash my mouth out again.