The end of a sheeety week. Sheeety 10 days, really. You bypass the normal Friday Night Drinking with fellow metro team dads. Instead you stay and watch Your Son's metro basketball practice. He locks up the opposing point guard, who is a total prick and thinks he's NBA bound (as does his jerk-off father). Holds the kid scoreless and picks him twice at halfcourt during the 15 minute end of practice scrimmage. On offense Your Son blows by the loser and an iso play and converts the easy layup.
By the end of the 90 minute practice you are feeling good again.
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