Ming

I love basketball. I love the feeling of winning every single game that I'm involved in, no matter if it's 1-on-1, 2-on-2, 3-on-3,... It's the thrill, the excitement, the ruthless pounding of a weaker opponent/team. I love it all. Much like my love for a cup of fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, a steaming-hot cup of cappuccino, my fingers running through my violin, my hands and legs violently striking the heavy bag, me dishing dimes behind-my-back or sinking that dagger in the heart. I live for the thrill. But now, I've become a boring old man. C'est la vie.