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8.1.2k8

My love/hate relationship with basketball (Pro, College, PE class, watching, playing, etc.) went a little like this:

1970-1988 Hate (Couldn't play worth a shit / Suns sucked.)
1988-1993 Love (MJ / Bulls / Suns / Detroit loses / Lakers get beat.)
1993-present Hate (boring / organized cheating / Lakers win.)

Somewhere in the "Love" section above I worked at a post studio in Chicago so big that they had a full-service stage with a hard cyc, a light array and a giant loading dock. Of course somebody put a basketball net and backboard up so the grips could kill some time and, when the stage was not booked (or after hours), the studio staff could get drunk and play PIG.

PIG? Sure you know it. It's like HORSE, but with fewer letters so the game was mercifully short and jerks who can't shoot a basket can sit on the side, drink "for clients only" beer and watch. It was fun to watch because of the non-standard shots that we all attempted.

For example ... we had the "office rolly-chair triple-spin lay-up." Just as it might sound, the shooter would sit in a rolly office chair, get some speed, spin around thrice and lay the ball up. Fun. There was the "window of opportunity" shot, where one would stand in the loading dock, peer through the window of the door, hook an arm around the other, open door, and shoot a hook. And one day, there was the "drop trou" shot.

Mike was the initial shooter, and as some of the standard non-standard shots had become tiresome, he came up with a new one. He stood at the free throw line, dribbled twice, held the ball, un-did his shorts, dropped trou, dribbled once again and shot. He made it. I was next, followed by Roxy, then Salty.

As I have since, I was biking in to work back then and had black bike shorts on under my baggy bermudas, so I attempted the shot with the requisite dribbling and trou-dropping ... and missed. P I for me. Roxy looked really REALLY relieved. We asked why.

She said, "no, no ... it's not because I have a thong or no undies ... it's the opposite: I have super-wide granny-style undies on today. Laundry day, y'know."

Awesome. Haven't played PIG since.


Tonight - Homestead.



bye-ee!

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