Football player sightings, including Cameron Jordan, Jahvid Best (who seems addicted to his blackberry, like most youngsters, unfortunately) and Shane Vareen.

Someone yelled for Bak to get in, and Monty snapped back, “Thank you, I know who I have on my bench!” – which was kinda funny.

I don’t know what it is, but an uncanny resemblance between Manute Bol and Bak Bak from the knees down. Is it the knees, or the ankles? Remarkable. Both are Dinka from Sudan, no?

It’s so fun to watch kids grow over time – they come in as freshmen with the look of uncertainty (deer in headlights) that is masked with seriousness by the straining of eye brows, and leave with confidence and an adult look in their face. It happens all the time.
This year’s telling looks were by Bak (what am I doing here?) and Smith (I’m a man, now, dammit), and Nigel Carter (maybe nobody will notice me).

Contrast that with all sorts of expressions on the faces of Randle, Christopher, etc. that simply shows comfort of being out there, just like a pick up game.

Heck – I’d look like a freshman, too, if you put me under the lights in front of a crowd. I don’t mean to belittle anyone – they played well. It’s just, these guys are young, and then after some time they grow up and graduate into life.

It’s a nice thing to watch. And why I go!