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March Madness TIP OFF

by @TheCommish 🏀  MM Free ⚡


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@Moondogs 1 year, 2 months ago

Great story, Commish! My daughter once opened a Middle School game by draining five straight threes. On the ride home, she told me that in the course of making those shots, "Dad, I wasn't thinking about anything, I was just playing!" I smiled and nodded in approval, remembering that was how I successfully completed the "Billy Burger Challenge". It was August 19, 1995. We had just been eliminated from the State Tournament and the boys were drowning their/our sorrows at Billy's Sports Bar. It was a somber occasion and I was starving, so I accepted the challenge. To entertain the boys. I tore through four half-pound bacon cheeseburgers on bulky rolls, a basket of fries and four dill pickles like a well-oiled eating machine. I wasn't thinking about anything, I was just eating! I was in the zone! After about 20 of the allotted 30 minutes, I hit the proverbial wall. I was on a personal-best pace, but could I finish? And then it happened - The Eater's High! I'd often heard about it, but this was the first time I experienced it. My friends were fully engaged by this time. The chatter surrounded me as I ground up burgers with my hands and dunked the rolls in water. I heard voices. "You don't have to do this!" "Shut the F- up! He's doing it!" "More ketchup! He needs more ketchup! Can we get some more ketchup?!?!?!?!" I got my second wind, thankful for the greasy fries lubricating my gullet! By now everyone in the bar was watching. Rooting! Making wagers! It reached a point where it became clear I was going to do it! The crowd went wild as I took one final knee, pointed to the heavens and finished off the last pickle. It was over! With three minutes to spare! I won a t-shirt, the meal was free and, most importantly, my name, the date and time were engraved onto a plaque of champions that hangs on the wall at the hostess station in perpetuity. If you are ever in Manchester, NH, you can look it up. As for that night, I felt.......sick......but we had big plans. We went to a buddy's house and settled in to watch the Mike Tyson v Peter McNeely prize fight. I pretended to drink a BLL, but I wasn't feeling it. Thankfully, the "fight" only lasted 89 seconds after which I headed for the exit, went home and had a miserable night of not sleeping. I don't think I touched beef for about three months after that night. But I was a champ! And my name was on the plaque forever! So, yeah, five three-pointers to start the game. It's funny how my daughter and I had such similar experiences, 20 years apart! We were in the zone!!

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