It’s still summer in New Zealand. Every now and again, when I have a wander into the primordial jungle out back, I find a locust husk (or shell… what do you call those things they hatch from?). And every time, my childhood memories come pouring back. We had a mimosa tree in our front yard […]
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My niece in OKC frequently takes her chillens and their cousins to Lincoln Park Zoo. Even though they were raised on Harry Potter and Disney World, they love going to the zoo. I think that’s great, but, really, there is no way a zoo trip can be as awesome to them as it was to […]
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I was not much of a joiner at Norman High School. I played football, and that was about it. But I was a proud member of two organisations that will go down in infamy: the Grandstand Boozers and Alvan’s Army. Both involved massive amounts of basketball, testosterone and adult beverages. Not necessarily in that order.
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. You never pull anything out of your pocket without Panadol falling out You try to use the same *cup all day so that you don’t have to reach up into the cabinet and feel that hot-10-penny-nail-jabbing-into-your-shoulder-socket feeling You become the ultimate Christian hypocrite when you start wildly boogeying to the Stones, but then you […]
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“My leg, my leg!” Poor Meadowlark Lemon would hold his leg and wail in agony. So loud that everybody in the huge basketball arena could hear him. And, somehow, as his teammates helped him limp around the court, in comedic agony, the magic would happen. The Globies would introduce the basketball that would not bounce. […]
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We are sitting here wearing our NHS 30th Anniversary t-shirt and our once-were-nice-until-we-got-yard-chemicals-on-them camo shorts, while drinking a $9 bottle of Heineken. This means that: we have totally down-tooled for Christmas; we are as per always waiting for the Missus at the mall; and we’re getting gouged by this flashy new restaurant. We have two […]
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Get Mad at that Damn Deck!
I just realized that I paint the front deck like Russell Westbrook goes to the rim. Russ hates that damn rim. And I hate that damn deck. Russ and I have the very same DNA of RAGE. And when we tap into it, Missy, you best get out of the way.
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