so I dug out all my hoop togs and washed 'em up since I fully intend to get back in shape and dominate the 40+ league next season.
I discovered everything I own is now a genuine retro jersey.
My LJ Hornets jersey?
The team doesn't exist.
My Denver Mutumbo jersey?
Now the Nuggets look like UCLA (a huge improvement, true, but still it dates me).
I was reminiscing about our Jedi Mind Trick two-on-two games where I'd camp the line and you'd post up and we'd confuse the crap out of people. Kinda a poor man's version of the Barry brothers showing up together and running people out of the gym.
Do you still have your Eddie jersey?
I saw Captain Dribble a few months ago and actually choked in horror.
The wife asked me what was wrong, but the horror of Captain Dribble is purely Lovecraftian- it can't be explained, it can only be endured and (hopefully) survived.
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