It seems that every team in D.J.’s basketball league has players that are taller than anyone on his team. But the team they played today had nothing but kids who looked to be about twice the size of everyone on the Bulls. It was like playing a team of nine-year-olds (and to tell the truth, I’d like to have checked a few IDs.)

It was really no contest, and it wasn’t just because the Bulls were a few players short. They were also short, period. They didn’t get a rebound in the whole game, and they wouldn’t have scored at all if they didn’t have one aggressive player who wasn’t afraid to rip the ball out of the taller kids’ hands. That wasn’t enough, though, and the other team won, 44-12. It was just as bad a drubbing as it sounds.

As always, though, the kids had no idea they were being beaten so badly. It wasn’t easy to watch, but in a way it was easier than a closer game like last week’s, because there was never a time after the first minute when they had the slightest chance to win. Knowing there’s nothing they could do made it a little easier to see them lose. Knowing they didn’t care made it a lot easier.

It’s a good thing I had that game to break up my day, because I didn’t have the energy to do much of anything else. I think this deal with the phone line is starting to wear on me. I don’t like being unconnected. I don’t know how I did it for the first 35 years of my life. I don’t have much in the way of social skills, so the only way I interact with people is on line. And now I’m off. It’s making me a little crazy.