So....story..... My wife's sister works for a resort in Breckenridge. She meets all sorts of athletes at her job (Kobe, not yet...at least she swears...). So one day she meets a tall dude. She asks, "Do you play basketball?". She calls and says she sent an autograph of a tall dude who plays basketball for the Blazers, and his number is "50-something". Being excited, I can't wait for the mail -it's Greg Oden- HELL MOTHERFUCKING YES!!!!!! A week later, a package arrives. It's a mini-ball. Yeah, Oden's autograph. I open the package!!!! Michael Ruffin??? You fucking kidding me? Throw that shit out!! My brother-in-law is a sales person for Bloomingdale's in Chicago. He's helping out this lady, and her boyfriend is really familiar to him. He's busting ass, doing this and that, yes ma'am, yes sir. He calls me a bit later, and asks me if I know of a Derrick Rose. Fucking asshole. My fucking luck. I quit at life. Seriously. Are you kidding me? He literally called me 3 minutes AFTER I ready that Shedo is going to Toronto. Fuck me. See you all in hell.
I can't really compete with that, but I have turned down hanging out with friends twice in the last year in which they ended up meeting Oden. I've had 3 friends meet/see Aldridge and Roy this summer.
Fantastic sir. You truly captured the zeitgeist of Hedo-gate. This is easily the greatest post of all time. Perhaps the greatest literary achievement of all time is more apt. You need to submit this to (fuckmylife) www.fmylife.com But you'll never beat this guy.
So, are you ODEINISGOD or MulletBlazerFan? Tired of being picked on all day? Whar is it? You feel bad cuz I made fun of you? *edited* Telling a quick life story. Kinda funny. Don't like? Shut the fuck up. Do or don't like, share a brief story you think is funny/ironic/whatever.
