Business…here’s a look at LeBron James on the ESPN. Just to keep you apprised of what’s pending, I’ll be writing the Daily Quickie on Page 2 on Thursday. That’ll be serious fun. Let’s just hope I don’t embarrass Shanoff.
So I figured I’d give guys two things to laugh at. First, I’m going to the gym now. At this moment, I feel like I got beaten with a chain. Tomorrow I’ll be moving palms up like I’m carrying a lunch tray. No good.
What else? Oh yes, the Dutch Masters.

I attended their game on Saturday. I hadn’t been in a while because, well, I’ve been in Durham very little in the last month and a half. So I was glad to see the boys play this weekend.
And they won pretty handily.
This is where things get interesting, though. The other team had a couple of girls. It can be tricky when there’s a co-ed league because guys can be a little squeamish about aggressively defending women. Something just doesn’t feel right about taking the ball from a girl or blocking a shot right back into her grill piece.
Yeah, bump that. I had to tell them during a timeout to take their cookies and pitch their shots into the wall.
And they did. The funniest was when I only had to look at Baller Mike to let him know the deal. Next thing you knew, he was on her like she had a three piece from Popeye’s in her pocket.
That’s the intensity I’m talking about.
Oh yeah, and no less than two of them showed up hiiiiiiiiiigh. Like the birds and clouds.
I say that because that may have explained the following story. There’s a big dude on the team named Hank. I like Hank. He’s a goofy sucker, so it’s impossible not to like him. He’s a moron for his refusal to wear anything but low-tops to hoop in, but he’s cool with me. And he’s improved since last year, so it’s fun to watch him play.
But he’s totally goofy. And he’s the hardest fouler on the unit. I guarantee he’s getting his money’s worth out of his fouls. And when he’s got a lot of fouls and the game is close, I sometimes let him to know to make sure to get his money’s worth. I’m like Chuck Daly in this piece.
Anyway, Big O–whose real name is Chuck and who managed to once convince a girl that his last name is Norris–heard me talking to Aden about how goofy Hank is.
So what did O do? He told us that Hank was, shall we say, a rather unflattering term. Aden and I cringed.
O asks the bench if Hank was this unflattering term. They all agreed.
Hank comes out of the game and O asks him if he is this unflattering term. Hank concurs.
That’s a day in the life of the Dutch, man.
Gotta love rec league ball.
And the funniest part is that the folks that watch their games really do check the site for updates. East Chapel Hill High, I see you…just be sure to read the other stuff, too.
And I’m gone.