B-Ball in Two Weeks

The old guys are getting together again in two weeks. So Plottie, who hasn't played any serious b-ball for well over a year, has started practicing again.

MAN! The ANKLES! There is nothing like running around on concrete to make you remember how careful you've been for the past year not to run or even walk on concrete, ever since your tight left achilles led to a little plantar fasciatis that hurt like hell but now is thankfully gone.

And, the same night of the morning game, Plot and Duck are driving to their friend's vineyard in Napa for a great party with great food and dancing in the barn afterwards. Plot may be doing a lit of sitting instead.

And, the next morning they fly to Stiletto City.

But, hey. What counts here is ol' Plot can still nail that jump shot. What he probably can't do is dribble for more than twenty feet without coughing up the ball. The two important words will be: Pass, Stupid.

TOMORROW: An Announcement!