Still Up

Something pissed me off the other day, but I forgot what. I wanted to write about it, but I ended up ignoring the article.

Played ball today with my bro and my dad. Yea, I stormed off the court again. My dad had to be the mediator, and he's not bad at it. Apparently I pushed my bro into the fence, but I think I was exerting just enough force to not be knocked down. Well, he messed up one of his nails, and I didn't feel like letting things get any further out of hand. Eh, my dad calmed us down and we played through. I slacked off on the following game, but I dominated the last game. I went all out since I knew it was the last. My dad admitted that when I do play my best, neither of them is going to stop me. Ah yes, one more step closer to being like T-Mac.

By the way, if you go to my moblog, you can watch a crappy video of me hitting a half-court shot. Eh, I don't think it's a legit half-court distance, but that's where the line is. And yes, I shot it kind of funny because there's no way I can hit it with my normal shooting motion. Well, at least without a running start. And the video is crappy because it's from my dad's phone. Mine is better.

My parents will be here for an extra day. My dad didn't want to leave yet. Besides, they're having a ton o' fun with the kid.

I know I haven't written anything lately, but I don't have much. Don't know why.