To get a whistle to your day

My brother-in-law Mike, Dylan, and I were able to hit the court yesterday in front of all of our fans. Actually, Baby was our fan, but she ran off and I couldn't find her. The birds liked our moves, though. We could have used cheerleaders.

I'm proud to say that Dylan beat me in PIG, and two rounds of HORSE. He nails that backwards shot every time. I'm too tall. I can't lean backwards enough to see the basket and I always miss. In my next life, I'm coming back with more skills to dribble and shoot. I'm lousy at doing both.

But look out Globetrotters. Cicero's in the house.