Drafted Into the NBA!

Marcus and I have both been drafted into the NBA! We are both pretty pumped but when we arrive I find out that Marcus has been drafted as a player but I have been drafted to fill a new position as a line ref. I am told it is my job to stand on the baseline and notify the head ref when the ball or a player goes out of bounds. At first I’m kind of bummed but then all of the sudden the action comes my way. Marcus steps out of bounds as he dribbles by and that is when I realize that I don’t have a whistle! So I throw my hand up and the main ref blows his whistle. As it happens the next two plays also come my way and I am forced to use my hands again. At this point the ref looks back at me and yells “where’s your whistle?!?”

The RedCloud Punishment

I had a dream last night that I got in trouble with the law for not wearing a helmet on my motorbike (they are strict over here) so I was sentenced to a month at RedCloud Camp in western Colorado!
So I arrive and they keep referring to “The Director.”
“Don’t make eye contact with the director.”
“You can’t go outside today because the director is in the camp.”
“You must wear long pants today as the director is coming.”
Plus they had us all doing slave labor. So I start organizing a group for an escape!