Osaka Cherokee

I just got back from nerd basketball night. I love those little weenies. They try so hard yet they suck so bad. Well, there are like four who are pretty good but the rest of them just don't seem to get it. Remember when you were a little kid and you saw people riding a two-wheeler and it just seemed impossible? It just seemed to go against all the laws of physics your three year old brain knew at the time. Well that's what basketball is to these guys. The idea that somebody can throw a ball into a hoop suspended ten feet above the ground blows there mind. Catching the ball is a mini victory four at least a half dozen of 'em. I'd love to make a squad and take these guys to a tournament. I already decided on a name: The Microchips, or maybe just Chips. It'd be like taking the retarts to the zoo or my dream, taking some homeless guys to the beer garden.

The best part about nerd basketball night is that they are easier to impress than a bunch of first graders. Spin moves, fake passes behind the back, real passes behind the back, slapping the backboard on layups, etc fascinate these fellas.

Song of the Day: Janis Joplin- "Dear Landlord"