Day 07 \u2001EYour Best Sports Memory<\/p>\n
It’s not really a right smack in the moment of sports<\/em> sort of moment but this is something I think I’ll never forget. My volleyball team just finished a day in one of those Milo tourneys back in high school and our school’s badminton team was done with the day too (we weren’t really good but whatever not the point). Diary<\/a> and I decided to leave our stuff with some of our teammates and hopped on to the Wendy’s joint in Taft. We then got on with the chatting and the gossiping and just basically nyor-nyor-ing<\/em> about everything that we lost track of the time and before we knew it we had to go back. When we got back, our stuff was gone. We searched everywhere until those damn vball kids finally ‘fessed up where they hid our things.<\/p>\n Anyway, it’s not really profound or deep or any shite like that but that totally summarizes every single meeting I had with The Diary (caps necessary). We’d talk and we’d gossip and grumble about everything. And mostly those meetings just happen right after we did something sporty together — like P.E. Tres for example. Ergo, Best Sports Memory.<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n But anyway, since I can be so literal at times, I’d just go with the every Sue Bird D!e B!tches shot is my Best Sports Memory ever!<\/em> answer. LOL.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Day 07 \u2001EYour Best Sports Memory It’s not really a right smack in the moment of sports sort of moment …<\/p>\n