It’s amazing how such a fun weekend can be tarnished by a few unfortunate events. Namely a bad 4th quarter, and the near break up of a long and storied friendship, over a cup of water.
Place was primed to explode. The energy of hope was alive in the hot September sun. Gators were being cooked, collides were flying, and spirits were high. Had a blast at the Extav, but needed to take in multiple scenes. It was crazy out there.
Tommy playing Horse in khakis and loafers was fun. Watching him repeatedly try to put it between his legs and completely Muff a layup was comical.
So were his foul shots. PJ Washington thinks you need to work on those.
Also lost was my beating Adrian at horse. That’s two now, and multiple other finals came down to just us. Streaky, but I did drop some
Bombs. Haven’t even touched a ball since gyero league. It’s like Apollo losing to Rocky. Embarrassing for him, really.
But the saddest part of all, was that Adrian and Ritchie we’re both primed to bust some rhymes, but there wasn’t nothing to celebrate. What should have been some epic instastories, ended up no glory.
Beat State.