Sunday, February 17, 2008

During a game of H-O-R-S-E, in mid-dribble of a lay-up, I once pulled out an address book from my back pocket, quickly called up an old girlfriend to make a date and whispered a sweet nothing into her ear over the cell phone, before booming it straight in.

I must admit however, that a steamroller had recently applied a new covering of asphalt to the court the previous week, so when we measured the rim, it was only 9’ 11”.

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