shite my pants once.
Used to be a sports bar in Fayetteville that had a sandpit volleyball court and some hoops out back so you could ball while you waited for you food.
Was one of our fav. places being under 21, could waste a shite load of time in there.
in a 1v1 game against my best buddy. We always played to 30, 2's and 3's. I get up huge on him, I'm sinking everything. I get up 24-6, the rumble in my belly began. rumble, rumble; oh no!!!
I'm like I can get through this, I'm on fire tonight. Thinking 2 more 3's and I'm home free; then he starts his comeback. 24-6, 24-10, 24-13, 24-17,
I'm in trouble. The fear of crapping myself got in my head, I was shooting brick city.
rumble, rumble, rumble...
at 24-24 I hit a bankshot 3 to go up 27-24. We had been laughing about my belly hurting so he started going inside and elbow shoting me in the gut, fricker. He gets up 28-27, I fake him on a pump fake and hit this sideways jumping runner-ish board shot 3 for the win, when I landed it happened. I just kept running to the bathroom didn't break stride. I was wearing the canary yellow polo shorts that had to get tossed. I did the shirt to cover your arse trick and walked out of the place with no shirt and sweaty as hell, gave the waitress $40 as I walked out to stares of bewilderment of the other customers.
That's the worst for me. Buddies from college that I'd bring back home to the Sunday pick up game at my old HS sometimes caused issues, but never any fisticuffs.
This post was edited on 12/28 at 4:09 pm