Last week we had some special cultural programming preceding our sports event, and we were all enriched. Notice Steve's almost drunken pleasure as the dancers rehearse:
It was the first pre-game basketball discussion at St. Steven's almost completely dominated by dance interpretation. Particularly confusing for some, touching for others, was this scene:
And then, we got down to business with 5 quick games and, perhaps influenced by the artistry of dance, some very similar poses and formations:
The line between the art of dance and the art of basketball at St. Steven's has always been blurry. We hope you will join us.

Last week we jumped. We gracefully left our feet and for a moment felt the youthful power of defying gravity. There is unabashed joy in these moments. On the left panel of our tryptych, Jonathan's unstoppable jump hook. In the middle panel, Scott's intimidating defense in the paint, and on the right, Eric's gliding left handed layup. We jumped. We played four on four basketball and didn't get hurt. It was the old team (youngest player, 37 - I think that's older than Shaq) vs. the young team. As expected, experience won early and youth came back late with the extra stamina. 
And here's the full shot of Eric's layup. Everyone stands transfixed at the sheer beauty of it. We don't want to interrupt this delicate moment. It may never come again. Forget about defense. Forget about boxing out for a rebound. This is something to behold. 



