Wham with the Right Hand!

All right, so maybe you're not from Northeast Ohio and the title above means very little to you. But for the uninitiated, "Wham with the right hand" is one of Cleveland Cavaliers broadcaster Joe Tait's signature calls. Especially when LeBron James does something like this.

All boring lead-ins aside, if Mr. Tait had been hanging out with me last night instead of doing his job, he would have been saying this phrase all night. But mostly in reference to my slapping the ball out of bounds. Since it was a cross-training day, I joined a couple of co-works to play some in-your-face basketball on the local playground.

A little background: I am the worst basketball player on the planet. A kid with hops like mine plays ice hockey and becomes a runner in adulthood. My rebounding is nonexistent. My shot should be banned. My dribbling is like bounce-bounce-kick -- not to be confused with the drive and kick.



The only things I have going for me are hustle and my tenacious D -- not be confused with Tenacious D (NSFW whatsoever). Nevertheless, an hour and a half of sucking on the court was a hell of a workout.

A New Flavor
I deserved a tasty beverage after totally ruling ruining the court. While at the local grocer, I picked up a sixer of Coopers' rather foppishly named Sparkling Ale. Sadly, you won't find much information at the link. I got all excited about Pale Ale Racing, but it turns out it's not what you think it is.

Sparkling Ale tastes like a cross between a lager and an ale and is quite refreshing. Coopers is all about the natural and uses no preservatives and there's sediment all up inside that bottle (yum!). The Viper approves!