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Given this post from Chris, I thought I'd think about my perfect day and attempt to describe it...
The sun peaks through my curtains at the crack of noon. Jennifer Connelly and I wake up and start our day. Being redonkulously rich, we laugh at ourselves after we dress for work. Silly us. We don't have jobs! We go for a nice lunch and catch a movie. We like the matinee pricing so much, we buy every ticket so that the theater is ours. The movie is great. It can only be described as, "Indiana Jones meets James Bond meets The Sting." I laughed. She cried. I laughed at her crying.
After the movie, there's barely enough time for us to get to our private jet. Clearly being thrifty, I'm the pilot. We depart immediately, and land in St. Louis shortly thereafter.
At this point, we've managed to catch up with Coach Prosser and the Deacs. We board the team bus, and ride to the arena. We eat dinner en route. A steak sandwich...and a steak sandwich. (Charged to Mr. Underhill's account.)
The game starts out and the Deacs are on fire. But the Heels get in a number of cheap shots, and our bench is getting thin by the first TV timeout of the second half. Coach Prosser looks around the arena for an answer. He doesn't have to look far. I mean, I've got courtside seats.
Having some eligibility left, I lace 'em up and take the court. I'm a bit rusty, but after I get warmed up, I start dropping it like it's hot. (Did I mention that I'm hip?) I go for 21 points (7-7 from 3) and 11 dimes in just under 7 minutes. The Heels don't have a chance.
The game ends. The Deacs have won it all.
Hey, it could happen.
The sun peaks through my curtains at the crack of noon. Jennifer Connelly and I wake up and start our day. Being redonkulously rich, we laugh at ourselves after we dress for work. Silly us. We don't have jobs! We go for a nice lunch and catch a movie. We like the matinee pricing so much, we buy every ticket so that the theater is ours. The movie is great. It can only be described as, "Indiana Jones meets James Bond meets The Sting." I laughed. She cried. I laughed at her crying.
After the movie, there's barely enough time for us to get to our private jet. Clearly being thrifty, I'm the pilot. We depart immediately, and land in St. Louis shortly thereafter.
At this point, we've managed to catch up with Coach Prosser and the Deacs. We board the team bus, and ride to the arena. We eat dinner en route. A steak sandwich...and a steak sandwich. (Charged to Mr. Underhill's account.)
The game starts out and the Deacs are on fire. But the Heels get in a number of cheap shots, and our bench is getting thin by the first TV timeout of the second half. Coach Prosser looks around the arena for an answer. He doesn't have to look far. I mean, I've got courtside seats.
Having some eligibility left, I lace 'em up and take the court. I'm a bit rusty, but after I get warmed up, I start dropping it like it's hot. (Did I mention that I'm hip?) I go for 21 points (7-7 from 3) and 11 dimes in just under 7 minutes. The Heels don't have a chance.
The game ends. The Deacs have won it all.
Hey, it could happen.