JR - where have you gone?
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I went to the YMCA to take the boy to the pool last weekend.
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After he was sick of the pool, we stopped in the basketball gym so he could run around chasing basketballs for a few minutes, while I worked on my three-point shot just in case a three-point contest ever broke out at work or something. I have to work on hitting the money ball.
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As I shot to one of the side hoops, I noticed that I had either grown taller or the hoop was lowered for some reason. Ran up to touch the rim, and sure enough - I grabbed iron. Definitely short. I then proceeded to change my focus from three pointers to throwing down monster dunks with a mini ball that was conveniently laying on the court. I started with some warm-up two handed rim rockers, then proceeded to throw it in reverse for a couple. The boy was duly impressed.
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Finally I tried the J.R. Rider dunk contest put-the-ball-between-the-leg-and-then-slamma-jamma dunk that I had perfected in high school.
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Fail.
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Now it's Wednesday, and my fingers still hurt, and my back hurts. Being old sucks.
