Ojala, Jai Alai
Hello again Parents.

This week I write to you in need of money, yet again. You see, I’ve fallen in love. Not with a woman, nothing so banal. No, I’ve fallen for a game. The game. The speed, the grace, the irresponsible danger.
Of course I am speaking of Jai Alai, the ancient beautiful art from the Basque lands. In an effort to to sink roots into this fertile country’s soil, I would like to become familiar with it’s customs, and what better way than through sport?
I know, I know, I’ve never been much the sportive sort, but you see, this is precisley why I must now try myself. What sort of whole individual can I be with out a competative sport in my life?
Here are some videos that showcase the grace and daring of Jai Alai.
Grace Daring

As you can see, the sport is extremly macho, and not in that flamboyant bullfighting way either. No tights. They do however have that special bascket mitt, and it seems that they cost a couple benjamins. If you could help me out with that, I think maybe ina few months, I will have a skill that will allow you to finally be proud of me. Even in front of your football buddies.
I remain your, humble unsportmanly, son,
~ash