Let’s Get The Ball Rolling

Welcome! Inspired by my friend Liam and his wonderful blog (http://othemts.wordpress.com/) I’m starting my own blog. Where did the idea name of this blog come from? I’m sure not unlike other people, crazy ideas have popped into their head and while they laugh at them and not tell people, I’ve tended to tell my friends. Much to my surprise they weren’t offended but laughed and usually extended the whacky thought or proposed their own. So while I won’t put all those thoughts here, I will put some of them mixed in my own observations on life.

This blog isn’t really intended for you. Nope. It’s for me and, perhaps a few of my friends. Right now I’m blogging this from my favorite coffee shop, True Grounds (www.truegrounds.com), and enjoying one their excellent chai before heading off to play basketball at noon with the guys. We’ve been playing together for, what, 18 years. No, I’m not that old. I remember playing basketball with them in high school if that helps. Yesterday my basketball team (I play in the Play Forever League of never too late–www.nevertoolate.com) lost miserably (30+ points). We actually played better in the first half when we only had 4 players. Can’t blame the late comers, we all played poorly in the second half. While I had an OK game (10 points, 4-8 shooting, 2-2 FT, 7 rebounds, 2 assists, 3 TO), it was garbage time for most of the game which gave me the opportunity to dismiss winning the game and focus on practicing my own skills (a philosophy I’ve applied with much success to my best sport, tennis). The PFL is run by Steve Bzomowski, who also has an excellent blog but about basketball: http://hoopstips.wordpress.com . Steve is a former assistant coach at Harvard and an excellent basketball coach and a wonderful writer. His college degree in English is evident here. I’ve always been amused by his literary references when criticizing us in his basketball classes.

True to my title I’ll at least share a whacky vision I’ve had this week. I’m taking an improv comedy class at Improv Boston. Occasionally we’ll do pass and receive lines where one person enters the stage and offers a line. Another person, coming from a line on the other side of the stage, replies and the original person concludes the scene with another line. Although I shouldn’t *plan* a line as it hurts the performance of improv, I can’t help thinking that opening with this line would crack up my class mates:

“Hello, I’m Marci and I’ll be your rectal consultant.”

Happy Sunday!