Plebe
La verdad no peca pero incomoda
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At halftime, the heavily favored Duncanville Pantherettes held a slim 3-point lead over the upstart Lewisville Lady Farmers in the 2nd round of the state playoffs.
A gentleman of a certain age, from what I'll call the Fred Sanford section of the bleachers, hollers to his cohort about 25 feet away:
His cohort, also of a certain age, but from the Hank Hill/Dale Gribble section of the bleachers, shrugs his shoulders:
A gentleman of a certain age, from what I'll call the Fred Sanford section of the bleachers, hollers to his cohort about 25 feet away:
"Curtis! I need you to settle an argument for me. That time we lost to Plano, was that here in this gym?" [The teams were playing in a neutral gym in Dallas.]
His cohort, also of a certain age, but from the Hank Hill/Dale Gribble section of the bleachers, shrugs his shoulders:
"I'm not sure. I can't remember."
"That was the game where I got arrested. That's why I remember it! Anyway this game feels exactly like that one. We can't hit a shot. ..."