Our basketball team is DA SHIT

for the middle east, anyway. They are the conference champions, and yours truly has been the security guard for the year. The school spend an ass load on this new gym, but refused to buy bleachers because they were strapped for cash after spending nearly a mil for the floor. Hmmm, budget foresight, anyone?

Anyway, in these photos we are playing St. Christophers, which is the private Catholic school on the island. They suck. Bad. We won by almost 40 points. I guess that's what happens when the British try to play an American sport and they are playing a team coached by Americans. The head coach is Jim Haley, the husband of my principal. The assistant coach is Scott, who you all know as my third roommate. Notice the mandresses on the sidelines. It was senior night and those are parents...