Why You Should Not Drink And Play

"Okay! Second pitcher's on me!"

"Amber bock, please."

This was after a pitcher of newcastle. Our selection was erroneous. We could have settled for budweiser, thus allowing us three for maybe about 4 pitchers of it. The decision was not cost effective. It yielded the same fun nonetheless. After another round, given that I am an occassional drinker, I found myself gulping down from the pitcher, NOT my own glass. And we were playing drunken billiards. After the realization that we were all broke college students, Sam, Tom, and I decided to suspend the fun and decided to walk over to Albertaco's and eat. We ate a lot out in the cold and we suddenly felt the need to pee. The bar was really close, we figured we could go back in and use their clean restrooms. We got up and tried to traverse that 30-second walk. In the middle of the strip mall was a passageway to Target's back wall. Instead of walking straight, we turned right into the pass and we have found refuge in Target's plants. Yay. We decided to sober up for about an hour in Tom's car. I thought I was okay enough to drive. So I took off. The next thing I knew was I was already in my bed about to pass out.

"Hoy gising na! (hey wake up!)"

It was my brother. Holy shit I have a basketball game at 10am! It's 9:50!

I zoomed to Cerritos Regional Park.

My brother, who's really superb at basketball, was telling everyone that I'm "good". Holy cow. How about playing basketball with a hangover?

So there I was. 3 half-court games. One full court. I thought I'd be okay. So far: infinite number of airballs. Costly turnovers. Screen-and-rolls that were never executed, thanks to me stopping at mid-play figuring out where that heck I was standing at. I thought I got better at pull-up jumpers. All of them were nothing but air. I kept sliding down the slippery court.

12pm and I'm done. I hated basketball. I was having a headache. It was from the hangover, the humiliation, and the frustration.

No more drink and play.