Afterglow 2003 - Day 3 (page 7)
We awoke Monday morning all set for the first "real" day at Afterglow. I call it that for it is the first day when activities are planned, and you end up hanging out with other people more than just doing your own thing. Basketball is where we all set our friendships aside and devise evil plans to annihilate each other.
Here's a close-up of that tattoo I spoke of earlier. I wrote it on my left arm because I have poor penmanship with my left hand, although when I do get this tattoo for real, it will be on my right. People need a constant reminder to visit my site daily, and a tattoo would suit every perfectly.
My intention is not to downplay anyone or accuse them of not being good enough, but James rules the Afterglow basketball court. Everyone there wants to be on his team, and those that don't end up there cry like little babies. It's all true (except for the crying babies part.)
There's a big problem in society when the skills of the youth are learned from Alan Iverson and video games. On the court however, the youth did shine a beacon of hope for the future, with Mark (left) and Gary (right) squaring off against each other for supremacy.
Things can get crazy and out of hand when Afterglow's resident referee Burt is not present to call the game. In the middle you'll see Kevin (in black shorts) guarding me (in blue) in a mismatch crazier than lamb and tuna fish. Chaos erupted, but neither of us scored any points.
James reflects on the decisions he made in his life that got him to this point, as he strolls off the court to sit for a few minutes while a substitute takes his place. Meanwhile, play went on without him, with the kids proving it doesn't take a James to win a game. (but we did miss him, really we did.)
Regardless of this rash display of external happiness, I don't think that my team won 1 game that day. I know that I didn't score any points, but I'll be damned if I don't put on a show. It's all about the entertainment of you guys, so count your lucky stars when you go to sleep tonight.
While he was on the sidelines, James got an excellent opportunity to engage in a conversation with our dear cousin Susie, who was nice enough to come out and support us, even if she wouldn't play. That's all I ever ask of people for, their support, whether or not they participate in the day's action.