Forced Flag rest yet Fun days

Tom and Mikes bus

"my hands are fucked"

Jesus, Tom, Mike, and I are sitting one of the many Flagstaff coffee shops yet again. It snowed an inch or so yesterday, but it was fine since it was a rest day anyways. We slept late, then proceeded to drive 45 minutes to the YMCA which ended up only being 3 miles away. Jesus and I were able to charm the receptionist into letting us in free. Tom and Mike were unable to do so and were asked, well told, to pay $10. We played three hours of basketball. There were many three point shot attempts, and no look shots but few no look passes, yet numerous fouls. After the first game, we all were pale and out of breath. The last game was a 11-0 skunk and Mike and Tom hit the showers first in distraught. We each took roughly 45 minute showers. Proceeding with the rest day agenda, we headed for the neighborhood pool hall. There were many pool sharks in attendance yet we were not one of them. After going down to a quick 3 games to 0, Mike and I were able to claw our way back and take the best of 9 game series 5-4. The other team fell apart the last game with one player refusing to play and the other claiming to play the worst game of their life. The winning team was later compared to the Kobe of billiards. Later that night we watched a movie in Tom and Mike's bus and ate one dozen donuts and drank a 2 liter of Dr. Pepper and fell asleep after we crashed from the sugar high and the end of the movie. We slept abnormally late today, but woke up to nearly one foot of snow. Jesus has never seen snow and has no windows in the back of the car he sleeps in (here). He opened the hatch from where he slept oblivious and was nearly snowed in. No one seemed to have desire to cook breakfast this morning so walked from our campsite in the back of a Walmart to IHOP and all but one ordered "all you can eat" pancakes. The amount of pancakes consumed was only matched by the number of cups of coffee drank. Now here we are at the coffee shop downtown. It is still snowing and whispers of a rematch at the pool hall are circulating. Tomorrow is my birthday eve and most likely will be snowed out of climbing yet again. We intend to split a hotel room downtown and go to a Talib Kweli show at the Orphanage here in Flag. Who knows what will happen....

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