Last game of season I'm dosed on a thick coating of adrafanil powder under the gums like chewing tobacco,
washed down with a glass of milk after an all day fast, with a fat spoon of coconut oil in my afternoon black coffee my only intake,
plus a two spoons of piracetam in the morning and lunch,
so I get to the game and we only have 4 guys to start, so I'm banging, hold them off 6-4 when I called a time out (heads up by my, high iq baller) to give us some rest and give the other guys a chance to get to the gym,
so we go back and forth for a while up by 5 at half time I have some strong takes to the hoop and 2 free throws made, smooth both like butter,
but the real action comes in the forth, we go in up 4 and we're up 6 when I come in with 7:32 left out of a 10-minute quarter,
and I lay the mother fucking smack down,
I used every inch of my newly developed strength and power to man handle every one on their team, including their big fat guy who was talking a big game when he was scoring against my thinner teammates,
I blew my nose with large ammunts of snot (because I've had maybe some allergies the past few days, so I have a runny nose) into my shirt at least 4 times during the game,
the first time I blew my nose in my jersey was before my first free throw attempt,
the point: after I came in with 7:32 remaining and my team up by 6, we finished the game up 24 and the other team crying like bitches, soft women that do not lift the weights,
next game is playoffs,
IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE SO STRONG AND LAY THE SMACK DOWN after being the WEAKEST man in that league only a few years ago (this is my 13th season)
