Dear Tall Guy with a Mustache and a Mouthguard,
Thanks so much for elbowing me in the face the day before my birthday. A black eye and sizeable lump is the perfect accessory to a shawl-neck cardigan. I appreciate your gift very much.
I think it’s awesome that you care so much about winning a church league that you would throw elbows the entire game. Furthermore, I’m honored that you would elbow me in the face (and the back, and the neck, and the shoulders) as a sort of repayment for scoring 20 on you. It was almost as flattering as when your team switched you off of me because I was scoring so often.
However, my lady wasn’t too thrilled when I told her I would be sporting a face bruise for the near future. She understands that I’m a baller, but these injuries are getting ridiculous. I’m only 24! Based on family history, I was expecting to get hurt all the time when I turned 50.
I also thought it was pretty cool when you told our team to “stop whining” after we asked the ref a question. We really needed your even-keeled advice; you did hit that one jump shot in the first half.
Lastly, I know that if I would have stopped whining I wouldn’t have had to knock you on the ground in the last minute of the game. So I’m sorry for that. Well, not really. You pretty much deserved it.
Xoxoxo,
Goathair
Thanks so much for elbowing me in the face the day before my birthday. A black eye and sizeable lump is the perfect accessory to a shawl-neck cardigan. I appreciate your gift very much.
I think it’s awesome that you care so much about winning a church league that you would throw elbows the entire game. Furthermore, I’m honored that you would elbow me in the face (and the back, and the neck, and the shoulders) as a sort of repayment for scoring 20 on you. It was almost as flattering as when your team switched you off of me because I was scoring so often.
However, my lady wasn’t too thrilled when I told her I would be sporting a face bruise for the near future. She understands that I’m a baller, but these injuries are getting ridiculous. I’m only 24! Based on family history, I was expecting to get hurt all the time when I turned 50.
I also thought it was pretty cool when you told our team to “stop whining” after we asked the ref a question. We really needed your even-keeled advice; you did hit that one jump shot in the first half.
Lastly, I know that if I would have stopped whining I wouldn’t have had to knock you on the ground in the last minute of the game. So I’m sorry for that. Well, not really. You pretty much deserved it.
Xoxoxo,
Goathair
