There were three men around the fire, with the smell of coffee and of bacon frying. It was a two-bit camp in mighty rough country, with three saddle-broncs and a packhorse standing under a lightning-struck cottonwood. "Howdy," I said. "You boys receivin' visitors, or is this a closed meetin'?" They were all looking me over, but one said, "You're here, mister. Light and set."
From "The Man From the Broken Hills" by Louis L'Amour


Wednesday, February 4, 2009

BBall Trick Shots

How about two three-point shots at the same time, one from each hand?
No problem.



(I guess even millionaires over 6 feet tall have trouble finding sweatpants that are long enough. I can relate.)
Posted by DBro at 12:49 PM

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