Today I have decided to devote a good deal of this post to the appreciation I have toward a new friend that I've recently met and become quite fond of. His name is Cold Front and his appearance over the last two days has dropped the temperature from the 102-107 range down to a Tennessee-like mid 90's.....with no drawbacks like rain or sandstorms either. What a nice little thing that was. Alas, sadly, he is leaving today and the projected temp for Friday is 109 and Saturday might hit 112. Super.
Definition time:
death strike: (deth stryk) 1. noun a powerful kill-shot in racquetball that is executed from either the forehand or backhand side and results in an impossible return opportunity. He was fed a steady diet of death strikes during that game. 2. verb the execution of a non-returnable, almost unseeable, shot 2 inches high off the front wall during a racquetball game. I just death striked you, loser!
Somebody I know (Bohn Jrantley) doesn't know when to stop talking trash, so I decided to teach him a life lesson out of the immense reservoir of compassion that I possess. And, thus, the death strike was created and nurtured into being so as to bring civility and humbleness down upon his head. The result was five more games in the victory column for the "Assassin". 28-2 now. Just sayin.
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