Diary,
Wow, things were pretty wild there for a while, and I wasn't sure if I could hold on. My mom told me I should speak up before I got squeezed but I figured it would be better if I just used the time to work on my dribbling and also to find new places to volunteer at on non-game days.
I'm still baffled all the time by this team, but I've been getting slightly more comfortable over the last few weeks. Coach hasn't said a word to me for a while now but several guys told me that means he couldn't be happier with my work.
I've been getting a lot closer to Monta lately, which has been really great. He fell asleep on my shoulder on the bus ride back from Dallas to San Antonio. He's a silent sleeper, and generates a surprising amount of body warmth; in fact, had he gotten any warmer I might have had to ease him over to the window. He must have realized what happened or been made fun of by Ronny later that night, because the next morning there was a pastry spread outside my door, which is one of Monta's go-to gestures of sorriness or thanks.
Lakers tonight.
There but for the grace of God go I,
Anthony
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