Lincoln traveled to Chelsea for a basketball game.

Hey, have you noticed that while the rest of the modern world’s clothing has become less modest, basketball shorts have become more modest?

Okay, enough societal commentary. Here’s some basketball.

This was most definitely a foul:

Take a look at the Lincoln coach in this photo:

Is he:
A: Singing The Supremes’ classic hit Stop! In the Name of Love?
B: Halfway through Subway’s catchy Five-Dollar Footlong song?
C: Just looking for a high-five?
D: Telling his players not to shoot, but to kill time so they can have the last shot of the quarter?

If you guessed A, you think like me. SEEK HELP. But if you guessed D, you’re right. Oh, and if you have either one of those songs in your head: YOU’RE WELCOME.

At one point a Bulldog took a blow to the nose. No, no. He didn’t blow his nose. Read carefully. Remember, you should skim your pool, not your text. Okay, okay, fine, I’ll make it easier for you: he got hit in the nose.

He was able to return to the game, so either it wasn’t a substantial injury or he has the pain tolerance of an angry rhinoceros.

See? Here’s the angry rhinoceros trying to get a rebound:

Sometimes you just can’t jump high enough. There must be a life lesson in there somewhere.

The game came down to the last few seconds, but Lincoln was able to hit enough free throws to escape with a narrow victory.