December 06, 01:42 PM
With the exception of brawling, I haven’t been much of a sports fan for a long time now. That all changed on Monday night after work. I was hanging out near that new Xavier Center by Scranton Prep looking for scrap building materials (the darkness gives me a better shot at scoring some of that sweet, sweet copper). After a few minutes, I started hearing all kinds of hooting and hollering coming from inside, so I wandered over to investigate. For a second, I hoped it was going to be a piñata festival. I had a dream once about being in the middle of a piñata festival and I’ve been waiting for it to come true. Lord knows I love hard candy.
Sadly, it wasn’t a piñata festival. I can’t say I was surprised though. I’ve been hoping for it for so long that I don’t even get disappointed anymore. I just accept the fact that one day, when I least expect it, I’m going to walk into a giant auditorium and people are going to be popping colorful papier-mâché burros and swimming in delicious hard candy.
Instead of a piñata festival, I found a varsity girls’ basketball game. I almost walked right out, but the game drew me in like a tractor beam. I was hooked right away. Those elegant ladies were taking the game back to its fundamentals without any of the flash or razzle-dazzle that the boys play with these days. It was a thing of beauty. Every pass, every shot, every dribble – I felt like I was watching a symphony: A symphony of overly tall girls making the most of their awkward height.
I stayed for the entire game. When it was all over, I was so fired up that I got in the high-five line with both teams. Some of the spectators thought it was strange, but most everyone thought I was somebody’s senile grandfather so they just smiled and laughed. You’d be amazed at the things I can do because people assume I’m senile, but the joke’s on them because I’m nowhere close to senile yet.
That one game showed me that grace and style and raw emotion have not disappeared from the sporting world. If you ask me, high school girls’ basketball is where it’s at.
Way to jump into that high five line, Creed.
Creed, you never cease to amaze me!
"A symphony of overly tall girls making the most of their awkward height."
Creed, you are the man.
Silly.
Wow. I just pooped myself.
creed i wish you had come to MY basketball games when i was in high school
i so would have high fived you
Creed, now that you're a bonafide writer of humor and life-tales, what do you think of the WGA strike and is it effecting your posts? How are your co-workers at The Office handling it?
Hey Creed,
How are the rest of the cast doing? How are the crew handling this? One more question if you have time to answer, I read Phylis was laid off what a surprise any comments?
ok, no offense, i love reading your blog and everything, but... does this mean you don't support the strike?
Creed, you often say exactly what I'm thinking, like the senility thing. It's an old age perk, being able to follow through on our impulses. I also work in an office which has me acting postal, the flip side of senile. Also wanted to tell you -- When I first started watching The Office my sides hurt for about a week but I didn't make the connection with the show at first. It came to me during the next episode when the same heretofore inert laugh muscles were reactivated. My hat's off to you & your associates for my new favorite show.