I must declare my sports loyalties. As many of you know, I grew up in Los Angeles. I’ve spent four year of college in Boston and will be working there after this summer as well.
Basketball: Lakers fan, all the way. I grew up watching and cheering for the Lakers, my home team. I remember the good old days of Shaq and Kobe’s three championships, the shortcomings of the Fab Four, and now I get to watch them make another championship run.
Baseball: Go Red Sox! For one, they are awesome; and two, you just can’t live in Boston and not be a Red Sox fan. It just makes things so much more fun.
Football: I don’t have any strong ties…I was cheering for the Pats when they almost went undefeated, but football’s not my favorite game to watch.
Cycling: Whatever team Lance is on, of course. =)
Soccer: Undecided.
Hockey: Undecided.
Others: TBD
I’ve become a walking (blogging) advertisement! But anyways, I went to LA Fitness today, which is about 10 miles from my home in California. They have some pretty nice facilities, and an excellent salesman (George Ortiz) got me to sign up. I made the mistake of wearing my Harvard Carnival t-shirt, which is actually in navy blue with obscure italic scrawl. However, he still managed to read the name of my alma mater, and there he goes…
I did some basic weights today – bicep curls and bench press – plus some basketball. I’m quite excited for Wednesday morning, however, when I meet with my personal trainer for a complimentary workout. Apparently he’s a Marine wrestler or the like. I’m going to get big, finally! =)
LA Fitness
I played basketball tonight, a couple games of 3v3, a few 4v4, and a full-court 5v5. Made a few shots, couple drives. but not one of my better nights. Fouled once, twice, thrice going to the basket. Threw me off my game, and I was passive the rest of the way. Still, can’t blame anyone but myself.
I made my best move – a helluva jam – at the very end. After the game, after I had gotten home. I stuck my right thumb into my socks to take them off, and shoved my thumb an inch back into its socket. Pain, stifled groans, and frantic shaking. At least my toes don’t hurt anymore.
Lesson learned – never buy socks off from street vendors in China. Only $3.99? No way.
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