I haven't been to London since I was in college and my team went there for a holiday tournament. I have flash-memories, then, of a gym where they served lamb burgers and beer, and where fans gambled on the games. They took odds, which meant that when our team was winning by too many points, our fans, who had flown over with us, would instantly turn against us. I recall shooting a free throw and thinking how odd it was that the orange section was yelling for me to miss. More flashes include posting up against very strong russian women, going on a creepy Jack the Ripper tour, wearing cool eye masks and drinking champagne on new year's eve, and taking my teammates to the graves of a few authors in my Norton Anthology.
Heading back there today to hang with KM (JM's sister) for a few days. I've been working pretty hard to clear the time to go, and last night I managed to finish the last (i think!) of pressing things. When I get back, I'll flip the calendar to the new month, and we all know what that means.
