Styles Manifest From Key West to Budapest

After a long and seemingly arbitrary 3 week break between the regular season and the playoffs, my team finally began quarter final play this week. After a disastrous showing against the 2nd (3rd?) place team on Tuesday, we redeemed ourselves tonight to win in 4 and send the series to a decisive 3rd game on Saturday.

As I mentioned, Tuesday's game was an abomination so midway through our getting smashed like an Idaho potato, I decided to just go for style points and take myself back to a happier time and place. Forget volleyball. My mom will bear witness- my first love was hoops. More specifically, Jordan. It may not be a way to earn friends/decent blocking stats/a fruitful career in this sport but forget all that. Sometimes you just wanna be like Mike. Somebody photoshop some ill early 90s attire on me  and we're practically the same person. 

 

Anyways.

Word on the street is my club hasn't upset this team since 1985– aka the year before I was even born. Also, apparently if we don't finish at least top 4 in the league we have no sponsor for next year... so no pressure there either. Fortunately, as mentioned, I managed to stay in character as a supposed player of this sport for more than 15 minutes today and we pulled off the dub. So throw some prayers up for us to take care of bidnass in 48 hours.


And seriously, where can I get me some of those pants?