Whether you’re a friend, guest or stranger, if my husband asks you to play basketball, you’re going down.
Going down will either mean one of two things:
- You’re losing.
- You’re winning, but will receive injuries.
Brian woke Bradley at 5:45 this morning to head out and hit the court with a few more friends.
Upon returning home, my husband admitted that his team lost to Bradley’s five times. Bradley insisted that it was six times.
Though… I’ve never heard a “winner” complain so much about his victories. The cost of his champion title?
- An injured jaw (making breakfast a little complicated).
- A purple piggy. And by purple piggy, I mean one of his more important toes.
We’ve been assured by Bradley that if he loses his toenail, we’ll be receiving it in the mail.
Stand by, ladies; it’ll sell to the highest bidder.