Boo to Daylight Savings

DOC: Hey there sleepy.

LRE: Really? I look THAT tired.

DOC: Basically.

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.

DOC: Oh.

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.

LRE: Perhaps.

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.