shoot hoops.
Don’t know what possessed me to purchase an on-sale Nerf basketball goal at Walgreens as I was picking up some Walgreen’s Extra Strength Headache Relief (i.e. acetaminophen, aspirin, and . . . caffeine. Serious stuff, but it does take the edge off the migraine without making me walk into walls), but I did.
And, even though we are, indeed, in the midst of production madness (March–April issue), I brought the new toy to the office, assembled it, hooked it over the standing screen by my desk, and invited managing editor Melissa Chianta and ad prodution manager/staff photographer Melyssa Holik to join me in some therapeutic basketball.
Delightful hilarity ensued, since none of us have exactly kept up our basketball skills over the years. (I’m not sure MC ever had them, though Mel and I both did, actually, yes, play basketball in high school.) We got back into the groove surprisingly quickly, each of us making baskets in quick succession—at which point we stopped for the day, knowing it’s wise to quit while you’re lookin’ good on the court.
Now we just need uniforms . . .
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Woo-hoo! We just put Jan-Feb to bed, as they say in old-school printing vernacular.
Let’s see. . . Timmy has saved the life of a rooster that Paul suspects was involved in cockfighting, but Skeeter, a neighbor’s hired hand, recognized “Clementine” as a champion fighter named Dynamite who was left for dead. Once Clementine was well again, Skeeter stole him*. . .
He even managed to squeeze in some baseball with his parents, just like old times. Now he’s back in school, though not in Scotland this year—much, much closer: New Mexico State, which is less than 300 miles away. And in the same time zone.
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