I returned to the court today, much more Festus than Willis Reed. I dragged my sore leg around to a 1-2, to finish the year at 38-46. The sore leg was all consuming and demanded my complete focus, although I wasn't distracted enough to make, rather than miss, lay-ups. I was unable to defend, or move at all really.
Although when I stopped playing, and apologized to all for my horseshit play, the reaction was something like, "looked like your regular game."
A couple of positive notes, however:
1. There is always next year, which starts, in this case, tomorrow (although I won't try to play again until next week, at the earliest).
2. I am much better off than Arun Sandhukha.
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