Welcome to Cheddar's world! A world of highs and lows, and NOTHING IN BETWEEN!
How can I introduce myself? How can I? Well let's start with a low, because then we might be able to improve like Kevin Martin.
Last week, I was playing basketball at LA Sports Club in the city for team Babaganoush (a name I'm not "married to"). We were housing the first place team, Team Heath in a showdown of teams with pretty wack names. We were up by about 30 in the first half and led by like 20 for most of the second half. In the way where something just happens and you don't really know how it happened we blew a 20 point lead in the last five minutes. With four seconds left, we were up by one with the ball. I got fouled and started jogging up the court, dribbling sort of cool-like. Suddenly, I decided it might be fun to try to chip the ball into the hoop, so I juggled the ball off my thigh and then kicked it. I guess it looked like I was punting the ball like Chuck Person because I got T'ed up. The dude on the other team hit both Technical foul shots to go up by one, and I stepped to the line with a creepy smile, almost knowing what would happen next. I spun the ball a couple times, then took the first shot. Brick. Way short. Second shot. Off to the right. They rebounded and won the game. Wow.
I left the gym feeling sort of embarassed, but c'est la vie. The World of Cheddar!
How can I introduce myself? How can I? Well let's start with a low, because then we might be able to improve like Kevin Martin.
Last week, I was playing basketball at LA Sports Club in the city for team Babaganoush (a name I'm not "married to"). We were housing the first place team, Team Heath in a showdown of teams with pretty wack names. We were up by about 30 in the first half and led by like 20 for most of the second half. In the way where something just happens and you don't really know how it happened we blew a 20 point lead in the last five minutes. With four seconds left, we were up by one with the ball. I got fouled and started jogging up the court, dribbling sort of cool-like. Suddenly, I decided it might be fun to try to chip the ball into the hoop, so I juggled the ball off my thigh and then kicked it. I guess it looked like I was punting the ball like Chuck Person because I got T'ed up. The dude on the other team hit both Technical foul shots to go up by one, and I stepped to the line with a creepy smile, almost knowing what would happen next. I spun the ball a couple times, then took the first shot. Brick. Way short. Second shot. Off to the right. They rebounded and won the game. Wow.
I left the gym feeling sort of embarassed, but c'est la vie. The World of Cheddar!