hey, cosmicbadger that sounds like fun. i think, you
know, don't throw anything on the court. let's see, when
they make a shot, i think thats 2 points, unless they
have three point shots in int'l play, in which case
if they are far enough away, and behind the
"three point line" when they shoot, that's
three points. a foul shot is one point. then you
just try to end up with more points than the
other team. do you care who wins? if not, you
can just appreciate the gracefulness and
athleticism of the players, and give good wishes
that everybody does their best and has a safe game.
but if you're rooting for one side or another, well,
hoot and holler, you should be hoarse by the end!
when i'm invited to a sports event, i just usually
try to enjoy the company i'm with, cause who
wins, i could care less. but i still love the beauty
of sport. if both teams really really want to win,
then the game takes on all sorts of levels and
nuances, that all comes down to how you
"use the clock" at the end. the team that wants
to win the most will generally find a way to
break down the other teams teamwork, while
sustaining their own team unity. if both are
equally matched, the team that plays as a
team, not a collection of individuals will
usually prevail. it's a beautiful thing to see.
enjoy , andy

>and ensure I do not embarrass my hosts. Thank you

probably just don't scream je-r-r-r-r-r-y during
the quiet moments and you'll be fine :)

was just referring to the phrase "God, country,family" .

If the Republicans new motto is "country first". What place does God come in?

"Saint stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Country garden in the wind and the rain,
Wherever he goes the people all complain.

Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline.
Did it matter, does it now? stephen would answer if he only knew how.
Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell,
Hell halfway twixt now and then,
Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.

Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing what for? across the morning sky.
Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye.

Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,
What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned.
Several seasons with their treasons,
Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own.
Did he doubt or did he try? answers aplenty in the bye and bye,
Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills,
One man gathers what another man spills.

Saint stephen will remain, all hes lost he shall regain,
Seashore washed by the suds and foam,
Been here so long, hes got to calling it home.

Fortune comes a crawlin, calliope woman, spinnin that curious sense of your own.
Can you answer? yes I can. but what would be the answer to the answer man?"

and there was I imagining the GD playing in the barn of Little House on the Prairie!