Thursday, Jul 17th, 2008 ↓

Noah's Bark

Just saw Joakim Noah at the gym. Him, free weights. Me, cardio. No idea why he was there (it’s much more of a Terry Richardson-type gym), but as a massive UK basketball fan, I spent the better part of 2.4 miles on the treadmill (incline: 2; speed: 6.6; overall: pathetic) thinking of some smartass remark to make as I bumped him on the way to water fountain.

But 2.4 miles of thinking only made me realize how much of his tenure was spent soundly beating us. I thought about doing his Final Four dance, but he was carrying some dumbells at the time.  Instead, I just did thigh crunches and went home.