My delightful daughter said she read this post and that it made no sense... with good reason. I have been writing in real time and posting a few days later. Carol was lying in bed with me watching the MSU Spartans try to close out their BigTen tourney game. Under the influence of narcotics I have been having a series of crazy, realistic dreams, mostly sports related. In my confused state, I was sure that Denzel Valentine was very appreciative of the fact that I had been inviting him to Jennisen field house and working with him on his free throw shooting over the last few years. Carol laughed uproariously. I got pissed, wrote this, and fell back asleep. On an other occasion I will tell you about being a Detroit Tiger in old Tiger Stadium, relocated to Florida and watching camels jump from trees.
So I said to Carol, I bet someone is glad that I have invited him to shoot free-throws over the years at the field house. But I did not nor would I go there: MSU. UM had just put forth a pretty poor effort against Purdue and their big men. It just looked like the last game of an exhausted group. My little ‘interaction’ with Denzell Valentine, possible Player of the Year was Oxy. Gonna try to cut back on Sunday. Done writing today, exhausted. Oxy makes me see/think/feel some pretty interesting things, but helping a Spartan with their FT shooting? I think not
So I said to Carol, I bet someone is glad that I have invited him to shoot free-throws over the years at the field house. But I did not nor would I go there: MSU. UM had just put forth a pretty poor effort against Purdue and their big men. It just looked like the last game of an exhausted group. My little ‘interaction’ with Denzell Valentine, possible Player of the Year was Oxy. Gonna try to cut back on Sunday. Done writing today, exhausted. Oxy makes me see/think/feel some pretty interesting things, but helping a Spartan with their FT shooting? I think not
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