Unpredicto

As they say about life, it's not the destination that matters, but the journey. I happen to agree with this philosophy, and therefore try to employ this whenever possible.

So, when the weather's nice, a few of the guys i work with will usually take a walk to the Tim Horton's nearby after lunch. It's a nice way to get a bit of fresh air, a little bit of exercise, and a cup of this country's national identity.

To make our little excursion even more interesting, the boys and i will regress just a little bit to a simpler, earlier time. A time when men were men. A time when women didn't vote. A time when cholera wiped out millions of people.

See, on our short walks to T-Ho's, we bring a small rubber ball. As we walk, we vigorously throw said small rubber ball against various brick walls. The idea is that you try to put a spin or a bounce on the ball because the next guy has to catch it after you've thrown it. The nature of these small balls is that they'll often take unpredictable bounces (thus the name of our game), throwing off how the guy anticipates he'll catch the ball.

As a result, this little game is inherently dangerous. Maybe, just maybe, the guy trying to catch it will lunge and possibly fall, which provides us a tremendous amount of entertainment. Sometimes one of the guys wears what appear to be tap dancing shoes, because often when he lunges, the shoes will slip on the concrete, and his balance gets all buggered up, increasing the chance he's going down.

One time, when we were at the busy intersection leading to the Tim Horton's, I threw the ball diagonally through the intersection to see what would happen. Carnage and death did not ensue, as that was not my intent, so i'm not exactly sure why I did that.

But the point is, we are all grown men, playing a silly little game.

We've relayed the details of this game we play to girlfriends and females we work with, and they think it's stupid and childish.

I find that very interesting.

I'm guessing they wouldn't say that if their boyfriends were people like Derek Jeter, Chris Bosh or Sidney Crosby, who are also grown men playing children's games.

Gee, I wonder why that is.