After evening service today I went to the ARC with Ross to play some basketball and work out. As we neared the main gym, we heard thundering applause and loud cheering. When we looked in, we saw a sea of asian people sitting at the far end of the gym, watching an intense game on the last court.

We learned that it was a basketball game between two fraternities. I guess friends of the frat people just watched to show their support.

Ross and I joined a pickup game on the court next to the mega-game. A little while into our first game, Ross suddenly limped over and told me he had to sit out. He had twisted his ankle somehow during the game. Our team picked up a replacement, and then finished being beaten badly.

Afterwards I told Ross that his ankle will hurt much more tomorrow, since the adrenaline from the game would mask over the pain. I'm not sure if that's scientifically or medically true, but from past experiences it's what has always happened to me.

Ankle twisting during basketball is a problem of mine, but for some reason I haven't had any sprains for a really long time...

The last two photos are dark, but they show our reflections in the ARC windows.