101

This is my 101st post, so in honor of that, I’m just going to ramble on about nothing in particular.

I had to get up at 5:20am today to drive my daughter to school for weight training. The kid is a freshman and has made the varsity basketball team. I probably have mentioned this before but she inherited the hoop skills from me. Back in my day, it was a rarity for a freshman to make the varsity. There was one guy in my high school that did it. He ended up being the 1972 Tri-County player of the year. Some readers know what I’m talking about, but to the rest of you, I told you up front I was going to ramble. Reflecting on high school basketball brings to mind the old DUSO League (Dutchess, Ulster, Sullivan, Orange). It was gone by the time I rode the pine for my JV team. Upstate NY became more populated in the 1960s, with the exodus from NYC. I mentioned this in one of my seminal works of fiction (10/21/06 post), which is certainly worth re-reading. Due to this population influx, there was enough competition within the individual, aforementioned counties to have their own leagues. I just googled DUSO and didn’t come up with much so consider this a primer.

Tonight she plays at The Coliseum before the Warriors game, with a bunch of other high school girls teams. We’re all going there to watch. I’m hoping my mojo will help the Warriors snap their 0-6 defeated streak. I actually played hoop there once. When I was with MCI, they were an account of ours, and we played against the marketing department. They kicked our butt. I was sucking wind after about three times up and down the court. I tried a three point shot once then realized I shouldn’t try it again unless I had a catapult.

What else? The career is going gangbusters. I’m stuck in a Dilbert strip and I can’t get out. Last weekend, I was so frustrated I drank a bunch of rice beer and started going on a rampage in my backyard. Fortunately my BFF Paris Hilton came by and talked me down. Once I calmed down, I asked her if she could intercede on my behalf in the George Clooney/Fabio contretemps.

I’m heading to Vegas Sunday with 4M and The Upgrade King. I bet them both that UK wouldn’t get upgraded this time. I like to lose early and often. This is a good time to get out of town. I was booing at the Amy Winehouse concert the other night. Her husband is coming to kick my ass, once he gets out of the slam.

Hey #1, you owe me money.