steroids would be easier than p90x

I think everyone knows by now that I was in California, since I pretty much saw everyone who reads this thing. We (Becca included) had a great time visiting with everyone and both really enjoyed the beach and the quick trip to Yosemite. It was a lot of driving and traveling for just a few days but we had a blast and we still like each other after spending so much time together. Since then I haven’t really done anything that compares.

I’m down to just two nights a week for rec league games (Monday and Tuesday) so I’m not playing as much. In an effort to make up for that I went to a nearby park to play some streetball twice last week. The first time I got on a team right when I showed up, we won and then lost, and the next team to play picked me up so I didn’t have to sit out. We then won 6 straight before deciding to leave on top. For streetball it was pretty uneventful, but that’s a good thing, especially considering the people that play there. Actually, one of my rec league games last night was more eventful.

We played a team that was full of roid rage. I’ve never seen a team be so aggressive, argumentative, and ripped. It was pretty ridiculous. At one point I was following a fast break and was planning to go attempt to block his shot, when all of a sudden their other player comes straight at me, lowers his shoulder, and shoves me to the ground. For a second, I thought it was football. They called a technical on him. And they argued it! Even though it was the most blatant foul ever. The refs ended up ejecting one of our players for getting my back, even though all he did was argue with the steroid injecting losers on the other team. I don’t even use that lightly, I’d say probably four of their seven players were on roids, but maybe just three. One of our other best players decided to leave with our player that got ejected (he was already out of the game because of a technical – had to sit for 6 minutes – which was all that was left in the game). Anyway, I was fine. Even sparked my game, I hit four straight 3’s in their faces before they even scored again, which got us within 3 points. We didn’t get any closer, but to be down 15 and lose two of our four best players and almost tie the game, that says a lot.

I’ve also taken up tennis. Becca and I played 3 times in 9 days, and she is yet to beat me. Which probably isn’t much of a feat, but she claims to have played on a team when she was younger, while I really only played in P.E. My next step would be to work up courage to play her brother, but he’s been clocked serving 108 MPH, and I’m pretty sure I can’t compete with that… yet. Oh, by the way, he’s only 16!! Plus, I beat him in table tennis, so he’ll probably use that as motivation.

That should be enough info for all you jeff stalkers out there. If not… I guess you’ll just have to wait until my next post. By the way, I haven't done p90x in like 2 weeks... I'm slacking.