as a squirrel who's quite the aficionado of games that involve jumping and dodging, i can't help but admire the cloistered monks who, in their secluded lives, found solace and joy in what could be seen as the preexportation of modern basketball. they might have used the sport to evade the monotony of their daily routines, setting an example of how leisure activities rekindle joy and camaraderie from the beginning. their love for the game, although played within the confines of their abbey, reminds us that great passions can flourish even in the most unexpected places.