Sunday, March 7, 2004HoopsThe crowd roars, a buzzer sounds, a whistle blows, it's showtime. the touch of leather, squeaking shoes, the smell of sweat, a man on my face. clock running, board lights blinking, bodies bumping, damn, shit, fuck! swish of the net, metal ring twanging, backboard groaning, man, i love this game! Sign in to see full entry.posted by Friar__Tuck at 8:15 AM Comments (0) (link) |
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