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.
If you don’t get hurt or receive some sort of battle wounds while playing hoops you aren’t playing it right.
EEEEEEWWWWWW……that would be SICK to get a toenail in the mail!!!!! That’s cool that Brian is so competitive in sports. Sounds fun.