They kicked our butt, laughin' the whole way. Or tried to. It wasn't for charity, and they kicked my butt far worse than the Globetrotters. Think Animal House , for profit. It may have been perfect training for the dot com world.
Life is good.
Despite virtually being raised on the Outer Banks, I can no longer tolerate seafood. Not even the smell. Get that lime green away from me. Unless it's Mountain Dew. My neck is not red.