I'm having lunch with Ted Lerner tomorrow. I will let you know.
It's a laminate card, keep up.Ask to see the piece of paper that he keeps in his wallet that lists all of the player salaries.
He supposedly carries it everywhere.
You said "piece of paper." Your words.It's a laminate card, keep up.
Really? Mea Gulpa. Next time I'll take a picture of it.You said "piece of paper." Your words.
I was surprised to discover that Lerner is 90 years old. That explains a lot.
Please video his response. I'd prefer to hear it straight from him rather than filtered through some blowhard.All great questions. I'll be sure to ask him
who, the guy who plays hoops alone on Friday nights.Please video his response. I'd prefer to hear it straight from him rather than filtered through some blowhard.
Then please clarify your dunk claims. What size ball and what height rim? And also clarify if the effort involved any trampolines, jet packs, standing on your dad's shoulders, etc.No one retreated on anything.
. I prob fit in better with them then I did Nova kids at the time.
It was a fun run. It cut into my time spent impressing chicks at frat parties with stories about the West Virginia youth tennis circuit, but I don't regret it one bit.I own my Fri night pickup games. I don't care. Those guys treated me great. I prob fit in better with them then I did Nova kids at the time.
Fixed.It was only the losers who played pick up on Friday nights that had to talk about high school athletic feats. Those of us who played D1 already had the chops for the ladies.It was a fun run. It didn't cut into my time spent impressing chicks at frat parties because that happen naturally.
I forget where I read it but I remember a guy saying how you learn more about a person and connect on a more primal level from a single backdoor pass than in 2 hours of conversation at a dinner party. Every now and then I run into guys I've played with in random games and have long-ass conversations with them, whereas I barely know where to start with some of my wife's friends' husbands who I've dined with dozens of times.
"It was match point Seton Hall in a fifth set tie breaker during a crucial match to decide 6th place in the Big East regular season tennis standings and your boy ADP pounded the second serve of a lifetime..."Fixed.It was only the losers who played pick up on Friday nights that had to talk about high school athletic feats. Those of us who played D1 already had the chops for the ladies.
Basically the only people FreddyShoop at Nova were the cooks and Lappas.I own my Fri night pickup games. I don't care. Those guys treated me great. I prob fit in better with them then I did Nova kids at the time.
Basically the only people FreddyShoop at Nova were the cooks Lappas.
Edit, still drunk from last night.
The dining services manager kept a laminated list of everyone's hourly wages in the pocket of his basketball shorts.Only on Friday night's when playing with the cooks. These guys can get vicious so we want everyone to have a positive experience.
Basically the only people FreddyShoop at Nova were the cooks and Lappas.
Edit, still drunk from last night.
Damn, management in the dining services must have gotten a serious raise.He rents my house on THE HILL, so I knew he was good people.