Pretending I just stood up from the dining room table, I walked past Cathy’s island, across the great room, underneath my 11-pointer, up the hall and into the dusk-lit horizon. Sunsets have a powerful way of making life so precisely clear, including a floor plan only on paper but constantly on our minds. My journey toward the sun stopped in Charlie’s room. It would have been a hell of a drop had I kept on going. The sub-floor feels great under my feet, and even better over my head when I’m pretending there’s a basement poker game going with family and friends. Full House, Gentlemen!! Bring it on. Literally.