Wednesday, December 21, 2005


We needed two bombs to win at the gym last night. I ran my guy *hard* off two picks. Fresh in their mind was the previous game's winning bomb dropped by der blogmeister. I got a second of separation in my sweet spot behind the arc, and our talented guard got me the ball. Everything was set for pure stroke-a-licious twine-tickling. After all, have I not shamelessly bragged about my >50% downtown shooting?


Did the air pressure change? Did God change the cosmological constant for a few seconds? Did the neutron to electron mass ratio change?

Will I have to enter a witness protection program?


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