In various common areas around the office, there are notices up for the upcoming start of the company men’s rec basketball league. Sounds like it’s semi-competitive and fairly well organized.
For those interested in signing up, they are directed to email their details, and to include info like skill level, height, and whether or not they already have other potential team members they want to play with.
The height request made me grin. Let’s face it, men lie about height like women lie about weight. I suspect that there will be a disproportionate number of men who are 5’9″ and 6’1″. This is because, in my experience, any guy under 5’9″ claims that he is that height. Even if I can see the top of his head. (I’m not quite 5’4″.)
And any guy who’s at least 5’9″ but not quite in the 6′-plus club claims to be 6’1″, for some reason. I guess it’s slightly more impressive than 6′ even. (And we know how men sometimes have trouble with measuring accurately in inches… Ahem.)
On rare occasions you’ll find a guy claiming to be 6’1″ who’s actually taller, but it doesn’t happen often, and chances are, he doesn’t care. And then there’s my brother, who’s a hair under 6′, but is skinny, so people seem to think he’s huuuuuuge… Oh, and Andrew’s Mom, who is about the same height as Andrew and my brother, but who is so sweet and soft-spoken and whatnot that I didn’t notice she was an Amazon for, oh… a year.
I’d almost want to show up to the first practice and see these teams meeting each other. No two dudes will be the same height, and will probably come up to the kneecaps of the more hardcore competitive teams. 🙂