One-Sided Conversation

“So I was in the mosh pit, and then this guy appears out of nowhere, and he has this DJ Sul shirt, and…”

“And I just know I gotta make friends with the dude. We’re practically already friends.”

“So I grab his arm, and he sees my DJ Sul pin and then we…”

“Haha, yes, thanks for this. Anyways…”

“And then he tells me he doesn’t even know who DJ Sul is!”

If you can’t see in Marie’s eyes that she doesn’t know why Romain even bothers with me, I’m telling you I’m pretty sure that’s what she is thinking at that moment. I know, because that’s surprisingly close to what I am thinking myself.

Thinking on the Court

I had an idea.

Once the haze around caused by our Bowling Night dissipated, I start thinking up ways that we could feel this again. This powerful, dizzying feeling of energies working together, as a group, as a whole.

There was a way that we could make this a habit without turning into six alcoholic night creatures, I am convinced of it. The opposite would be unfortunate, to say the least.

My way of channeling my thoughts involves bouncing a basketball around in the small hours of the morning, before anybody is even awake.

Pac. Pac. Pac. The steady sound against the concrete.

Then I find it.

Late nights and early morning training are not the recipe for punctual students/