Giving it my all
My wastebasket shooting percentage has plummeted in recent weeks. For a while there I was hitting shots from the naugahyde chairs, from the sink. I was automatic. I was hydromatic. I wasn't Greased Lightning, but I could hold my own with an empty bread bag or a wadded up paper towel. Lately though, I've been shooting blanks. It's trashcan airball after trashcan airball. It's like there is a force field surrounding our wastebasket. Nothing goes in. If it wasn't for the tenacious rebounding skills of "Rodman" Reuben our kitchen would be littered with my misses. Luckily, he's been there for the put back.

I'm in a slump, but I'm going to keep shooting. That's what the greats do. I'm always looking for the assist too, but those opportunities can get pretty scarce.