In my previous post I blasted every athlete as being a cheater on some level. I was an athelte and still try to be, so I can do that. I could do that regardless but I like pats on the back for my previous athletic prowess.
I always tried to play the sport fairly clean but at times even found myself using the “tricks of the trade” to dominate an opponent. Yes me. Mr. Congeniality. Sorry Mom and Dad, I wasn’t as good as you thought I was without a tug to the shorts or some trash talking mind games. Actually most people hated it because I just laughed and smiled at them while beating them mercifully. But it brings up the age old question, well probably not, but a question none the less… in one sec.
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