Normally when I get off work I’m exhausted and last night was no exception. But it was Thursday night and anybody who’s anybody knows what Thursday night is. Basketball night. It’s that one time a week when the “Has-Beens” shake off the rust, lace up the worn Nike’s and hit the court full speed…or at least we’d like to think so.
Last week was a thrilling game of 3-on-3 that lifted our spirits and egos that night, yet attacked our bodies with bruises and aches the next day. Last night was fun as well, even though we had fewer people – I’ve recently garnered a huge respect for the guys that get 15-20 rebounds a game. That stuff straight up wears you out. But I love the game…more on that later.
The real reason for this post was to share with you, the avid viewer, my new calling…maybe. After basketball and dinner, my roommate and I borrowed Guitar Hero II from an unknown source and decided we’d give it a shot. Both of us had played previously but hadn’t felt success at the highest level. And we’re both too cheap to buy the game. We set the thing up in our living room and began playing a seemingly harmless and trivial game of DDR for your fingers.
However, those of you who have been enlightened by this game know what happened next. We looked at the time and it was nearing midnight. We started at 9:00 in career mode. And we only had 13 songs left – can’t you understand the urgency and immediate need of winning and achieving Guitar Hero immortality? We did…and…we did. We proclaimed ourselves victors at 1:30 this morning after having played “Freebird” to a raving crowd who clearly wanted more.
How am I ever going to focus at work today…
