What a weak week. Word. Wait, what? Whoa, weird.

Due to the desire to write, yet lacking much of an idea--let's try a good ole recap of the week, hopefully in a comedic way, of sorts. Tried a few of those awhile back to relatively positive reviews.

Thurs; Dec 10...
7:00-8:45 PM--Play a little roundball with the fellas at home in Pretty Prairie. Only managed enough for 2-on-2, but it was fun, as small town basketball usually is. Then this one crazy cat apparently tripped over something (no one saw it) and watched his ankle swell to the size of a beach ball within minutes. He claims he blocked a shot on the play. Ironically, no one saw that either.

Fri; Dec 11...
I do not remember this day. It must not have happened.

Sat; Dec 12...
9 PM-4 AM (Sun)--Hang out in Hutchinson. Watch I Love You, Man for the first time. I pretty much am Paul Rudd. Except for the whole fiancee thing.

Sun; Dec 13...
4:57 AM--Finally arrive home. It should be a 30 minute drive, max. Worst fog I've ever seen in my life extended the drive a bit. Not pleasant.

6:00 PM--Game time.

6:53 PM--Another close loss, 0-4. 62-68, bad guys. For the first time, I wasn't horrendous. Barely. By my count: 16 points, 13 rebounds. Estimate of what I probably should have had: 28 points, 18 rebounds. Had a nice blocked shot on a former teammate I admire a lot (got called for a nonsense foul, but it was a make-up call for something I got away with previously).

Missed a few chippies--pause to check if "chippies" is a real word or just basketball slang. Chippies: Plural of chippy--a promiscuous young woman. Yikes. Definitely not what I meant. Rephrasing...I missed a few easy baskets.

Oh, promiscuous. Easy! Yeah, I get it now...

7:51-9:18 PM--Get back to gym in Pretty Prairie and join the hometown blokes for some 4-on-4.

7:59 PM--Receive a message that totally spikes my curiosity. Like a volleyball. You know, except not boring. Guffaw.

Mon; Dec 14...
11:45 AM-2:15 PM--Get some good games in on the courts at Wichita State. My team won in its first 7 games. Then a loss, then two wins, a loss, and a win. 10-2? In pickup ball? Pshaw, I'll take it.

7(ish) PM--Watch a pretty intense double-overtime Middle School game. Pretty Prairie wins on a tip-in at the buzzer. That kid will remember that moment forever. I know I have a few moments like that. One that was eerily similar, in fact.

Tue; Dec 15...
8 PM-12:30 AM (Wed)--Hang out in Hutchinson again. Pizza rolls and bread sticks from "The Hut" and a drink from Sonic? Eh, fuggedaboutit! <-- imagine an Italian accent.

Wed; Dec 16...
3 PM-6 PM--Jaunt to Wichita. Pick up a few Christmas gift on very limited budget. Result: I'm an awesome big brother, a decent son and pretty solid brother-in-law. As for being a little brother? Jury still out.

6:30--Taco Bell. Cheesy Gordita Cruch. And some soft shells on the side. No lettuce. Dr. Pepper. Yum.

This is a very anti-climactic ending, but that's pretty much all I've got this time.

Do the right thing,
Derrick

Runnin' (Dyin' to Live)

Day 12: INcomplete

Morning session: 4.76 miles
Evening session: 4.42 miles
Total distance: 9.18 miles

I actually didn't run this morning. I slept through the alarm, then went to church. I use the term "morning" in this blog loosely. The first figure was before basketball, the second figure was afterward. But both "sessions" were in the evening.

But my pace has fallen off now. I'm only averaging 11.91 miles per day, which still puts me on pace for just under 370 miles, but I don't like the downward turn I'm taking the last 3 days or so.

...Sad news when I got home tonight. The mother of one of my little brother's best friends passed away today. I never met her, and don't even know her name, but Nate is a good guy (who's usually over here a few times a week), and I feel for the kid, for sure. Anyways, rest in peace. :(

Hopefully, I'll soon have a blog without having to mention a death. It's not something I enjoy--just sharing thoughts.

But speaking of which--starting to look as though Arturo Gatti's wife strangled him to death with her purse strap. My friend Trent and I decided tonight that that's gotta be very near the bottom of the list of "6 Million Ways to Die."

Moving on...
Working my way into the basketball movies now. Flick number 1: Rebound


A beyond silly flick. Martin Lawrence coaches a team of Middle School misfits. A Christmas gift from my mom a handful of years ago. Worth a few laughs, though.

...Spent my evening (after basketball) hangin' with my cousin, Bre. Went to Sonic (I just had a drink, so I didn't technically break my "no fast food" rule), talked some, shot a few hoops. Had a couple deep conversations, learned a little too much (the nature of talking life with a 16-year old girl, I suppose), that sort of thing. Fun stuff.

But it gave me a chance to blab about a particular topic that most my friends are biased on by now, so that's always nice.

- I'm really gonna try to get up (early-ish, even) in the morning and run, so on that note...

D, out.