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So if you are sitting at work and some drunk ass comes in off the street and starts harassing and assaulting a co-worker or you, you just sit there
I spent a lot of lonely nights shooting hoops in that Alumni gym.
One time a bunch of campus janitors and cafeteria guys asked me to play in their pickup game. Good guys.
One time a bunch of campus janitors and cafeteria guys asked me to play in their pickup game. Good guys.
Quite the exciting college life you had.
I also played in similar pickup games. Usually Friday nights after the dining halls closed. The most memorable moment was when Alonso, a cook in the Pit who looked like Dom Cheek, hit a game winning jumper in one of his colleague's face and softly said "take that d*ck", immediately sparking the most intense fist fight i have ever seen on a court.
as if you couldn't fit in a few hours of hoops before partying...Your Friday nights in college consisted of playing hoops with the cooks after the dining halls closed. No wonder you are so bitter.
as if you couldn't fit in a few hours of hoops before dropping some roofies at a pike party...
My wager is on University of Maine, Vermont, or Rhode Island.Kid is 19 and has been expelled from UMass and now UConn. Where will he get expelled from next?
He'd shoot hoops alone to blow off some steam after hours of coding creating a revolutionary social media site... Until his roommate, Evan Schoenweiner, stole his idea.
Weird thing. Of all the memories I have from my 4 years, I remember that janitor pickup game in Alumni like it was last week.
Time slows down when your adrenaline is pumping. It's like how military/police who have been in gun fights say they were able to see the markings on the bullets flying through the air. I remember almost every game of pickup I ever played in a new location or with strangers. The brain thinks it's in battle
Unless you're 5'5", balding, with a paunch, barb wire arm tat, And-1 shorts down to your mid calf.I can only imagine the stink eye that gdoggie gives when a newcomer rolls into the collegeville LA fitness
No, the workers wouldn't have left until 9 on a Friday and you are not playing with your friends. Thats one facebook post away from going postal.as if you couldn't fit in a few hours of hoops before partying...
Kid is the embodiment of white privledge run amok
- some black guy with a blog in a bow tie asked to comment on some CNN talking head show
I pegged him as a snowboarder.Also went to high school at a special academy in Vermont for aspiring skiers (Killington Mountain School).
BOLO the green helmet this season. He is probably too stupid to get a new one.
I also played in similar pickup games. Usually Friday nights after the dining halls closed. The most memorable moment was when Alonso, a cook in the Pit whose real name was Dom Cheek, hit a game winning jumper in one of his colleague's face and softly said "take that d*ck", immediately sparking the most intense fist fight i have ever seen on a court.