the best short story ever written...

it's called "saint junior", by Sherman Alexie, from The Toughest Indian in the World.
"...Roman's entire political philosophy revolved around the basic tenet that a person, any person, had only enough energy at any given time to believe in three things...Roman himself believed in free expression, Grace Atwater, and basketball. Neither a Republican nor a Diplomat, Roman had always voted for the candidate who looked like he or she could hit a twenty foot jump shot with three seconds left on the clock and the home team down by one. "

ok ok ok it's not just cuz it's about a basketball player. sherman alexie writes stunningly beautifully. also Grace Atwater is the wife of the main character and she's totally hot and totally sexy.
the story is brilliant and whimsical and sexy and gorgeous. it makes me really happy. my favourite story ever. all my friends be warned that i will probably force it on you at some point soonish...

me, i just got home from playing some basketball myself. now i'm drinking my second beer and i have an ice pack on my lower back.
it was a pretty good night. maybe not "glorious" but still really good.
between the story and the basketball i played i got to thinking about our wedding vows on the way home. sarah doesn't seem too keen on me saying that she is "the only thing that gives me more joy than basketball"...personal isn't the same as meaningful...? or something... it made me feel pretty mushy... sigh

anyway tonight...
i made a bunch of jump shots
grabbed a bunch of rebounds
dropped some awesome dimes
ran a couple pick and rolls
completed a couple give and go's
got out on the fast break
led a couple fast breaks
drive and kick
drive and kick
stole one inbounds pass
and missed the layup
called out defensive assignments in transition
made a great help defense lock down move in the paint
threw a pass to jason under the net that somehow ended up as a basket...seemingly against the laws of physics...
floated a couple passes into the post for devastating hook shots
hustled
ran
cut
spun
jumped

...sherman alexie writes in lists too...although he seems to be a little better at it than i am.

in other news all we need to do is assemble and stamp and address our invites to the wedding. less than two months to go. no pressure.

damn. if i call in sick to work tomorrow, it'll really fuck up a few people who i really like.

did i mention the camping trip? last weekend a work camping trip. adam and i drank an ounce and a half every hour we were there if you average it out. kinda messy. i didn't pace myself so good the second night, but that was ok too. i made it through the "i never"...
and i got adam back to michelle safe and sound. which means i'm safe and sound cuz michelle won't kill me...
i love those kids.