I went to Kangaroo Tent City in Chatswood to return a head lamp which has never worked. The guy doesn't even acknowledge me, doesn't listen to me and then he says that I've got a battery in the wrong way and shines the torch back at me. He has a look on his face like "you bloody idiot", which I feel enough of anyway. He turns back to his work. I say thanks, he doesn't say anything. So I say "thanks" a bit firmer and he turns and says "no problem". What he didn't hear me say was "I need to buy a bunch of things." Of course, I will be taking my business elsewhere.
I put the boots back on yesterday for maybe one last time before heading off. We played 3 on 3 with people from work at Crows Nest Rooftop stadium. It was great to 'lace em up' again although I'm a long way from the old Cavs days. It took me up to my last shot to hit a three pointer, but at least I got one.
I miss basketball, but I think I miss the training, the discipline and the team mates more than being on the court and actually playing. I think I also miss defence more than offence, but I certainly wasn't fast enough anymore to stop Jonathan from work. He burned past me multiple times.
In Athens this year the biggest concern for officials with regard to fairness won't be performance enhancing drugs. It will be hacked athletes. That's right, computer programmers have started mucking around after midnight with DNA code and have bumped up their attributes. You will see guys with big coke bottle glasses winning the 100 metre sprint instead of buff, African-Americans. They are also playing with stamina so the Ethiopians will have to make way for guys with pony tails and a complete working knowledge of the Monty Python movies.
The good news is that testing is easy. Any athlete who asks how the big scoreboard works is automatically out. Etc.
Lord Chesterfield: "Never seem more learned than the people you are with. Wear your learning like a pocket watch and keep it hidden. Do not pull it out to count the hours, but give the time when you are asked."
I like it. I'm proud of what I know and sometimes I like to bring it out just to make myself look good, but I often regret it cause I feel like a doofus. I will attempt to be more reserved..... Yeah right!
Last Friday night we went to the Lowenbrau to say goodbye to a dear friend. During the night of beer, wedges and mango beer, I lost;
* About $50 in beer.
* About $30 in wedges.
* My black cord jacket that I've had for years, but probably good I lost it... I bought it from a cheap clothes sale and town hall a couple of years ago. It has always been too small for me. Especially when I drive. It rides right up my arms. Funny thing is I wore it with my spandex blue top which has long sleeves and looks really stupid with my black jacket. Also, funny thing is that I put it on the back of a chair to mind the seats and then I think the seat got taken. Oh well......
* My dignity due to some drunken photos taken of me. Including up my nose and looking like I'm snogging a girl from work. (NOTE: To the girl in question, this is not a loss of dignity cause it's you, it's loss of dignity because I'm so innocent and would never do anything like that even to a lovely lady like yourself.)