I went to the Badgers Basketball game yesterday...it's become a thrill whenever I get the chance to see them play. Nick stuffed me like Thanksgiving's turkey at brunch today because starting at 12:00 central time, i.e., one hour ago, I'm on a clear liquids only diet...actually, I like to call it the Gatorade diet. Seems specialer. We sat at our table longer than necessary so that I could see our waitress' New Balance shoes (Nick promised I'd like them, and I did) and also because I was SO full that I needed some time before attempting to walk.

We mused over yesterday, and I began to chuckle as I began, "Boy, a year ago yesterday, I never would have been excited to go to a basketball game..."

Nick picked up and we played verbal leap frog in the retelling, "...fidgeting in the first five minutes because the Badgers weren't winning..."

"Sitting in a bar before-hand..."

"...drinking beer!"

"With three men..."

"...discussing SPORTS!"

Nick paused, smirked, and finished erroneously, "And then asking Jeff afterwards who number nineteen was...'I knew everybody else,'" he mimicked.

I shook my head. "It was number twenty-one."

Damn.