What Am I?

what is this strange sensation I feel today. maybe it is fear. but fear of what?

Fear of a last minute cancellation? perhaps. we're so close to a league game and so far the stars seem aligned.

Fear of playing under the ruthless eye of the handycam? that is more likely the root. my shot has been junk lately and I worry about taking a hit on my FG%. after all, my mamba number is 41.6, named after the league leading shooting percentage. on the day my shirt arrived i vowed never to sink below that number. time will tell.

a few words of advice:

1. drink gallons of water today. i have a feeling its going to be a scorcher.
2. don't look for hot shot on the court because he's not playing.
3. singing slayer lyrics while you play will make your game better.

kevin has been nice enough to take stats, coincidentally as i start my class in statistics. i would also like to see someone step up and write post game analysis....maybe weevil or motorbreath?

bring a white shirt and your mamba shirt.

n