rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

I watched about three basketball games today, over at a sports editor’s house. that motherfucker likes his hoops. as do I, but that’s a lot of games. I will say, though, I really like watching the college hoops tournament every March. I think it’s right up there with the Super Bowl and the World Series, in terms of sheer entertainment.
sports editors are a personality type, I feel. generally amiable people. they’re just like everyone else you’ve ever bullshitted about sports with, only they’re typically better informed. and will know a million more random details about the game than you do. like: do you know how many fouls it is in the college game for the one-and-one and the double bonus? the sports editor usually does. also, they know who played for Syracuse five years ago. that kind of shit. the kings and queens of sports trivia.

ok. he’s married. he and his wife are both very nice, my age, and they’re married and they have a house, with a mortgage, and a dog. it’s kind of funny, seeing how other people end up.
she’s a teacher, and it was funny; mom’s a teacher, and she always comes home from work describing her students and talking about the ridiculous shit they come up to her with. and she repeats these stories, until she expects you know each one by name, just from hearing about them. well, the editor’s wife, she does this, too. she relates the samesuch stories, only she’s my age and has my age-appropriate sense of humor.
they also introduced me to a friend of theirs, who seems pretty cool. I met her once before, when, of course, we watched a college basketball game a month ago. we don’t cross paths very much, but I’ve only just noticed this.
they live in Crozet. which, now that I’ve seen it, I really like. if I were looking to buy a house in the Charlottesville area, it’d be out there. plenty of room, right on the steps of the mountains. it’s very pretty. but, today was very pretty. it was windy, but with high clouds and lots of sun. a nice day for March.
I’m quite looking forward for May, though. I expect May will be very nice. so will April. best month of the year. 

tomorrow Indiana plays, and I’ll be at work for about twelve hours, I suspect. and that’s a long day.
I feel like I’m getting older, in some way. it’s only just barely, but I’m starting to look at and for community, not just amusement.