We played basketball today, since it's only the second day of school and there's no pressing work yet. There was me and Kim and Graham and Walker and Strohsy and some other people from band.

At first the teams were me, Kim, Walker and Graham against everyone else, so it was funny how the division ran trombones vs. rest of band (Kim counts as a trombone because she's an honorary - which is a long story). For the life of me I can't account for why Graham, who was team captain, chose both girls (we lost horribly, so it obviously wasn't a good decision), or why he chose me as his second choice when there were two guys left, I have no idea. Eventually another trombone showed up, a guy I'll call D., who isn't the most coordinated fellow. Case in point, he showed up with his shirt on backward (I wondered for a while whether it was better to tell him or let it chafe his neck the entire game, so I told him, and then he examined the back of it for at least a minute and insisted that no, that was the front but thanks).

Besides the times the two drum majors (who happened to me the tall people who were doing most of the plays) tripped each other, the most spectacular of the fouls came from D. One, he was trying to stop the drum major on the other team and somehow threw his hand around his neck. From our angle it looked like he almost strangled him. He was fine (Mark said, "Luckily he grabbed the strong part of my neck"), though. Another time Strohsy was covering Graham (or the other way around, I think our team had the ball) and I was just standing still under the basket when Graham tried to elude Strohsy and ran full-on into me.

The best part of the game though, was Walker. He made the strangest faces. He stuck out his tongue every time he took a shot and sometimes he'd burst out in yelled gibberish because, he said, "I know I need to yell but my brain is a second behind!"

I was surprised I actually made 3 or 4 baskets. What makes playing basketball with good guy friends totally different than playing any kind of sport in high school (besides that it's fun) is that the guys will actually pass the girls the ball. Well, admittedly Graham much more than Walker (I don't know where Graham got the mistaken idea I'm decent or if this is some gentlemanly thing I'm totally unacquainted with).

Better go to bed. Stupid 8 am class tomorrow. I'm looking forward to tomorrow night, though. A new Lost! And this one looks goooooood.