DOC: Hey there sleepy.
LRE: Really? I look THAT tired.
LRE: Daylight savings is killing me.
DOC: Not a fan, huh?
LRE: Not at all. I haven’t been able to get to bed at a decent hour since the switch.
DOC: How hard are you trying?
LRE: I know… it really is my own fault. But last night I was all wound up after playing basketball.
DOC: You play basketball? I thought that ended ten years ago.
LRE: You thought wrong, Doc.
DOC: Clearly. Did you go back to high school?
LRE: No. But I am wearing my basketball shoes from high school.
DOC: Aren’t those like ten years old?
LRE: Don’t tell my podiatrist.
DOC: I was just about to send him a text. Guess not.
LRE: None of that.
DOC: So how are you playing basketball again?
LRE: My ward has a few teams.
DOC: A few?
LRE: Two men’s, one women’s.
DOC: Guess the women’s team loses all the time then.
LRE: No; we have the best record of the three, but we don’t play against the boys. We play other ward’s women’s teams.
LRE: We lost last night, though, when a girl on the other team threw up a prayer with two seconds left. She scored and she was just over the halfcourt line.
DOC: Two seconds left?
LRE: Yeah, it sucked. And we had made a last second comeback to lead by one point with eight seconds left.
DOC: Guess you should have taken longer to score that last basket.
DOC: Did you score?
LRE: Of course. They were all layups… in traffic. I should learn to shoot jumpers, too.
DOC: Yeah, you should.
LRE: You should be proud of me for returning to sports with my new titanium toe.
DOC: Oh right. I’m REALLY proud of you.