2/5 Recap

I did nothing today except go to the gym and play 5 games in the row of fullcourt basketball with the boys. Surprisingly, I played really well, hitting a lot of outside jump shots and going 2-4 in the low post with some spin moves and one over and under. My back is finally in good shape, though I've gotta be careful of my knees. My heart rate monitor said I burned 1284 calories, which means I'm going to crash sometime very soon. The last play of the last game, I went full steam for a loose ball and got slammed in the hand by a defender going the other way, jamming the fingers of my left hand so badly, that the knuckles are all bruised up and I've got a blood bruise on my wrist from where my hand snapped back and hit my Polar watch. Thank God the thing's made out of rubber. God, I love pain from sports. Nothing makes me happier than being able to play basketball--setting a pick, slamming into people down low, charging through a crowd with my shoulder down for a layup under the basket, crossing over and blowing by a defender caught on his heels. I really wish I had bionic knees. If I could do something to strengthen my knees so I didn't have to worry about tearing my ACLs again, I would go back to being a slasher instead of a perimeter player.

I saw Reggie at the gym! This parade of familiar faces coming back into my life continues. I was so happy to see him I jumped up on him and wrapped my legs around his waist and then immediately felt weird because we were in the middle of the gym. He just started a production company and booked a bunch of commercials. Look out for a cute black guy in an upcoming Bud Light campaign. Again, how weird is synchronicity? I happened to be in Santa Monica yesterday, and I was walking by this restaurant he worked at last year. So I thought I would drop in and see if he might still be working there and be on shift, but he wasn't. I haven't seen him in over a year and then randomly, the day after I go looking for him, I run into him. Back in the day, we broke up with our respective partners a week apart, and it seemed like whenever one person would hear from their ex, the other would too. It was weird. Today, I asked him how his ex was and he told me she was actually dating a chick for a while. I started laughing.

Let me tell you about a funny thing that happened with my chiropractor last year, I said.

I'm on my way to a photo opening right now, waiting for Matt and Mul to pick me up. We're supposed to grab drinks afterwards and I told Reg I'd give him a call and let him know where we end up. Hopefully he comes out tonight. Reggie is a Taurus. If I made out with him, I would have only 1 last sign to make out with. But that's not right; I respect him enough not to take advantage of him. (I say this now while I'm sober).

Today's mood: Sore