monday june 2

today i played pickup basketball at a park with some friends. since i was the only one with a basketball, we ended up having to use mine, which i haven't replaced for years, and has had its grip worn down to nothingness, like the kind of ball you'd see in your elementary school gym. when another more serious baller showed up at the park and shot around with us, he took a shot with my basketball and immediately commented: "how old is this ball, boys?" for the rest of the day, i regretted not replying with a line like "that was actually the ball that m.j. shot to win the '82 championship for north carolina," and instead just saying something boring like "oh, years..."