I haven’t been on many new adventures in Korea lately. Same same but different, pretty much, for the last month or so. But this weekend changed that. After a hectic Friday (which included running eight miles to start the night out, and then staying awake and singing karaoke until 8:30 in the morning Saturday) and a dull Saturday (lying in bed for literally the entire day), Sunday promised a fling to remember. I started the day with a miserable 14-mile run, but things picked up from there. Firstly, the gimbop I ate sweetened my spirits (god bless bacon and tuna, the sacred meats of our wisest ancestors). Then, it was off to a basketball game, Korean-style.