bball soccer baby, baby

I’ve been super duper busy lately. Coaching the girl’s soccer teams doesn’t get me home until after 8pm on most nights. Trying the throw in work outs and runs in-between and Kim is heading off to DC next week which means I have to volunteer at the radio station all by my lonesome so expect some mess ups. All in all it is good, no better than good, it is more gooder! Almost the best good that good can get.
Some land marks this month are the fact that kim and I have turned our bodies into holy vessels (no more drink or tobacco of any sorts.)
Kim’s purpose is to carry a child, my purpose is simply to beat Chris in basketball.
Here is how it will work.
Chris will come here, Kim and I will get him drunk and feed him chocolate while staying up late watching episodes of the wire. After Chris passes out I will repeatedly punch his hamstrings and quadriceps for desired results of purple welts. Then when he wakes up early in the morning, without any source of water (because I turned it off the night before) I will challenge him, his blinding headache and his wilted legs to a game of basketball. In which he will refuse until I call him a chicken shit.