I have X-ray vision. It's not as useful as you might think; for instance everyone's face looks the same to me, a hollow-eyed skull. And it makes it impossible to find the jello I dropped on the floor. barfo
I didn't have to guard Roy on D it was two-on-two (I ran the offense my partner did the dirty work), first to 21 points. I'm a great long range shooter so he couldn't give me space to work with. When he tried to put a hand in my face Battier-style I constantly went right by him with that slow defensive footwork of his. I was killing the other scrub on his team (I think he said his name was "Travis") so Roy was the last resort; I'm an Aaron Brooks type of player so that should give you a gist of the situation. :O Roy was ok offensively. ;]
I sell my armpit sweat as $1000 per ounce bottles of cologne/aphrodisiac to other men so they have offers of sex by the hottest women in their town simply if they walk by them...I always have that problem