TGIF?

I played some basketball with the old men today, my second week playing with them. Today, there was a person in my age range. He was a year ahead of me in high school, so we actually played on the same team for a few years. He's a little bit taller than I am standing at 6'7", but only a little taller. The games went pretty smoothly, won more than I lost which was nice. I'm realizing that running once a week isn't going to cut it if I want to get back in shape, just not enough running. I showed up a few minutes early and got to see the end of the Boy's JV Seahawks (CAW!) game against the Harwich Rough Riders (#26 Theodore Roosevelt). Chris Motta-Wurst lives in Harwich and used to play for them before he became a Seahawk. Once a Seahawk, always a seahawk. I reminisced with Mr. Daggett (my high school basketball coach opens the gym and makes Old Man Basketball happen, he also plays pretty well for an old guy) about the old days when I was still a young lad, running around with boundless energy. It's sad those days are gone.

Before heading over the CCA, I stopped by the bank to make a tiny deposit. I deposit slip was regular sized, but the amount of the deposit was small. I ran into a lady that I worked with several summers ago. She was the branch manager then, and I think she's still holding down the branch by the airport. Yes, there is an airport on Cape Cod. Sorry, Devin! No Fernanda.

I watched the celtics game. They won their 13th straight game. They're now 21-2, which is the best start in franchise history and is good for best record in the NBA. I'm also watch the Utah Jazz host the Portland Trailblazers. I don't have too much invested in this game besides having a couple of fantasy players on these teams. I find that fantasy sports really make watching games more fun and exciting for me because I have an incentive to root for the guys on my team. I follow more games throughout the season and have an overall better sense of what's happening, etc. I have to walk a tight rope when I have guys playing against the Boston Celtics. I still cheer for my players to do well, on the that the Celtics come away with the victory. I have absolutely no problem with one of my fantasy players losing in a heoric effort. No qualms whatsoever. But the Celtics better win.

I was trying to help my brother with some math problems earlier, but it didn't work out. He's incredibly stubborn and doesn't listen. Sure, I could have babied him through it, but this kid needs some tough love. The reason he doesn't know how to do what are pretty simple percentage problems is that he was in the gym instead of class. So I gave him an earful about going to class and says, "Whatever, whatever." It seems pretty hypocritcal for me to give him crap abut going to class when I've had my share of missed classes. But I really regret missing classes. The terms where I missed the fewest classes were some probably my favorite terms. I felt focused and balanced between my academics and my personal/social time. At the time, it seemed like such a drag to go to classes, but that's all I had to do really. College life was such a simple time with so little worry and responsibilities. Now I need to look for jobs everyday, write cover letters, tweak resumes, and keep from going insane. Luckily, I'm a resourceful guy. I'm pretty lucky too. My parents are more than ok with me living at home. I just didn't want him to have the same regrets I have. If I can share wisdom from my own experiences, why is it so hard for him to just let it sink in? I don't know; he's like living in his own world, a very strange one.

Ok, I leave you with a little game:

This is one of those find the differences games. The two pictures above are almost identical. I may have changed a few things around, so you need to look very carefully to identify these differences. There are 4 things that's different about the second photo. Post comments with the things you find that are not the same. Let the games begin.