"Cheap anecdotes to pain"

My Dad taught me to play Risk when I was a pretty little kid...I would imagine that I was younger than when most of my friends learned to play. We used to play with the neutral army. They were always Blue in our games. They couldn't attack, but we still had to role to take their land. Later I would take Risk with me and my friends to Colorado, Myrtle Beach, and even the Bahamas, where Josh and Brett and I played nearly every night.

I imagine that I will teach my children games while they are young.

Intramurals starts this week. I am quite excited. I've been invited to play on a pro team this year, which will be nice. I am certainly capable, yet I'm not nearly the player I was in my prime. I show hints of it here and there when I play these days, but generally that player is nowhere to be found.

I was always good at basketball growing up. Somehow it came naturally to me. A lot of my points as a kid came just because I was taller and more developed than the competition. I remember one YMCA game where I had I think 44 points and 1 assist. Our team ended up losing 60+ to 46. In YMCA games, you could only play 3 quarters. I came in when our team was down 26 to 0 if I remember correctly, and managed to outscore the other team the rest of the game. Later in High School I scored I think 2200+ points for my career. But we never one the big games, unfortunately. Although the points were great, I was always more proud of assists. Only once did I have a Triple-Double. I had 13 assists that game. I think there were about 6 or 7 other games where I was 2 or 3 stats away from a Triple-Double. For my career, I think I ended with over 400 assists out of 100 games played. Not definate on that. Our team was 75 and 25 in High School. I think we only lost about 5 games at home though during that span. I had roughly 900 rebounds...I really don't remember, but I'm about 90% sure it was between 800 and 950.

Why write all this? So that I have it in a journal for future's sake. Although, I guess if I go back to my highschool journal I could look at it game by game. I journaled nearly every night from the summer of 8th grade until I went to college.

I beat Phil in Tecmo Bowl again today, but only 23 to 20 because he ran back a kickoff to score as time ran out...so basically that touchdown didn't matter.