A Bust, part 2
OK, so maybe I was a little rough on the challenge court. Perhaps if I played again, I could score (so tempting to lapse into Beavis & Butthead speak... AAHHHH, WE'RE NEVER GONNA SCORE!). At least someone talked to us. And nobody said, "Leave now."
It was awfully frustrating to be taken out back of the woodshed and whuped like the proverbial red-headed stepchild. Having played soccer at a pretty high level, I've enjoyed all kinds of soccer - including pick-up games with marginally skilled players, and I always give them a chance. Even if my teammate has terrible skills, I'll give him the ball if he's made the effort to get open. After all, that was the reason he came out... to play. I wasn't even given that chance.
And as for Ricky Williams, after his (hurried) reinstatement, he carried the ball 6 times (limited because of an injury). Now all the marijuana he uses will be strictly medicinal.