Having 
already read in Part I of the many adventures of our friends in the wide world of sports, you may be interested in being brought up to date. What, therefore, athletic pursuits have our multi-talented colleagues been involved in lately, and how have they fared in them? Proceed, gentle reader, and learn their story. . .
The day that Vivian was flying back to Taiwan after her summer visit, and Jason leaving with her to spend a month there, the Anderson crowd convened once more for a touch football game. The game started off slightly slow, with lots of standing around. Vivian and Christina each absented themselves from the main action of the game in their own way, trying primarily to stay out of the way while at the same time cheer on the players. Here--below, from right to left--Martin lolls about the endzone waiting for a pass; several players stand about chatting (some might call it a huddle, even); and Amit holds his head in horror at a botched play. Oddly, at one point the football got stuck in a tree near where Vivian had been sitting; the shirtless Max then felt the need to climb up it and remain in the tree longer than need be to get down the ball. At the end of the game, I was still unclear who had won or even what the teams were, but a group photo reveals the still shirtless Max's lasting fondness for his Tarzan moment up the tree.
The newest sport to be engaged in in ultimate frisbee; though several differ as to its origins, most enjoy tossing around a large plastic disc and pretending they are canines who retrieve it promptly. No pictures are available, unfortunately, from this latest event, as our chief photographer has had a phobia of frisbees ever since a stray one hit her in the eyeglasses as a child, and thus tries to keep her distance from the sport.
Robert and Christina have long been fond of driving ranges, but have never yet made their way to the closest one to them in Los Angeles. So, one Sunday night--golfclubs in the trunk of the car, as always--they made their way over to the Rancho Park Driving Range just off of Pico, a few minutes east of Westwood.
Christina showed off her excellent form as Robert displayed his camera-blurring speed, and they had such a good time that they decided to return the next night with a crowd. So, the next night, after the exciting football game described above and then dinner at Jason's favorite restaurant, Little Hong Kong on Sawtelle just north of Olympic, the group, minus Amit and Justin, once more returned to Rancho Park for a half-hour or so of golfing fun. The evening was cut short because we had to drive Jason and Vivian home to catch a ride to catch their plane, but everyone still had a great time.
At Jillian's at Universal Citywalk, despite the stiff $7 per car flat parking fee, Robert, Christina, Brigitta, and her friend Linda joined up to play a round of moonlight bowling. Fortified during the long wait for a lane by some Brigitta's--oops, I mean Benita's--Frittes from around the corner (excellent, crispy fries; I particularly recommend the purple basil mayo as a dip for them), a Haagen-Dahz ice cream from the non-Haagen-Dahz store (yes, it's confusing), and a nice walk through the crowds at the Citywalk, the foursome finally made it to their spot on one of Jillian's lanes.
The balls were beautifully colored, though since all balls of one weight were the same color, you were somewhat limited in your choice of ball. Here's a sample of everyone's bowling form; take note of the atmospheric videos and lights all around: Robert (far right), clearly in another league, came in first place; Brigitta (far left) early on pulled ahead of the women's league to show her prowess at the sport; Linda (center right) and Christina (center left) fought it out for third place, each trying different techniques to actually ensure the ball goes somewhat near the center of the lane. Everyone enjoyed the event and the company--not a surprise when you realize that all four people hail at least partially from the greater New York area (if it weren't for Brigitta and her upstateness, I would even be able to specify Queens, but still, that's pretty good for four now-LA-ers). Still, if someone wants to recommend a good moonlight bowling place somewhat closer to Palms/Westwood, we'd be happy to go there next time.
