Last night we had our annual Fantasy Baseball Auction Draft (for those of you who don't play Fantasy Baseball and don't care about it, you might want to skip to the next paragraph). The best part is Steve Jang and his crazy players that he loves. He's too into some guy named Ty Wigginton and Shinjo.

Went to church today as usual. We set up softball today, but it was so hot I guess people didn't feel like going. It didn't really matter, all the fields at West Sunset were taken by Little League games. It was pretty cool, I've never actually seen a little league game. There was some catcher who looked like he was twenty. I swear he had a beard and his wife and kids were in the stands watching. Then me and my brother were talking about what we would let our kids do and not do. Dave wanted his son to play basketball or soccer (even though we both don't know anything about soccer), and not play baseball, football, or anything where his son could get destroyed. I personally would like my son to play baseball (maybe i'll change my mind when I see a film about a 9 year old kid getting hit in the face with a baseball) or basketball. Of course, we wouldn't force our kids to play a sport, but we'd support them if they did. They could live our dreams. When I aksed him what would he do if he had a daughter, he responded "She'll have to play baseball". I said, "You mean softball?". And he says, "No, baseball" I feel sorry for Dave's future daughter, she's going to turn into a lesbian at age 9.

As we were having this interesting talk, we were watching these four guys play 2-on-2 basketball on the courts across the baseball diamond. Since it looked like we weren't going to get any softball in, I went over and asked them if they wanted to play 4-on-4. They said yes, but when I came back with our guys, they were already playing other people. They were some HK guys, I wanted to play them, but I guess i'll wait until next time. Selina said none of them were very good looking, just thought I'd throw that in. By this time Bernard shows up, and we get a 4-on-4 with some other guys. I was pissed, nobody was really keeping score, and I was curious if we were beating them down. But it seemed like a even match. The guy I was guarding had a Lincoln Football shirt on and kept shooting shots even when I was right in front of him, and his aim was horrible. At first I thought he was doing it to fake me (I do that sometimes when i play with new people, I either shoot really bad during warm ups to make them think I'm garbage, or I always dribble with my left hand for the first ten minutes to make them think I'm left handed, and that it's not my weak hand). Anyway, we played for some time. Basketball is fun but just too tiring.

Yay, I get a day off tomorrow. Thanks Cesar Chavez. I'm probably going to spend it tutoring in the morning, doing Spanish homework and watching About a Boy and Jackarse the movie. Ooo, chick flick! I'm talking about Jackarse.