I have very little context for this phrase but am certain it relates to the DODGEBALL PLAY-OFF GAME (oh yeah say my name bitch) that we are in tonight. YEAH THATS RIGHT. PLAY-OFF!!! I missed the game last week as I was in a hospital out of town listening to a beautiful little girl narrate du-rah to me between stomach pains and traumatic room visits from nurses and cleaning crew alike (I felt so bad for the poor woman who emptied the trash). “I can’t like boots.” (talk to your cousin about how he would be the proverbial watson to dora’s holmes) “I help daddy with the tape too.” (Ill bet you do darlin’, Ill bet you do) “I show mama the sharp rocks” (sweetie Im guessing since you probably make her watch this at least three times a day, she probably sees them coming). As a result, I had about fourteen short lived hours of believing that our standing in second to last place had led us to this triumphant progression. (We had beaten the only other completely beaten team the week before. But damn we rocked that night and beat them good). Alas, I don’t recall if it was Drew or Shakes who broke the news that all the teams qualified for play-offs. Still, I caught a ball last time I played. I was so freaking pumped by this, it was actually two entire weeks later that I remembered getting out and leaving the court virtually seconds after it happened. (Spike, one of our two star players, inadvertently reminded me of this unfortunate reality when relating how I trashed talked my way right off the court, still completely overjoyed by my surprising success) But this time friends, Im ready. Granted I only slept two hours and Im pretty sure my game shirt is smelly if not drenched in spilled soda from being in the car all week, but my head? ITS ALL THERE BABY. Stay tuned tomorrow to hear about the our humiliating upset of the second place team. BALLS OF STEEL BABY!!! BALLS! OF! STEEL!
Can you smell what the crse’s cooking?