The entire predicament is so hazy. Suddenly, two black stools with plush round tops appear out of somewhere I was probably too unfocused to notice. She tells us to sit there for a couple minutes and she proceeded to disappear. Lilly looked at me in a fit of antsy jitters. She made a squealing noise and her hands were a blur of smacks to my arm. Surprisingly, her feet were completely still. Feeling the way she looked at the moment I’m sure my face portrayed a look of anxious tension. “Eeeh eehHHe,” Lilly managed to get out. “Lilly, oh my gosh. What are we even doing? What if we mess up?” I responded rapidly. “I don’t know,” She answered. “Well atleast we took the opportunity. I can’t believe how many didn’t want to.” I’m unsure where or how much longer the conversation continued after the brief exchange, or even if it did. I recall watching the game from our courtside seats for less than a minute which is funny since you’d think having a seat right on the edge of the court would have an awesome view. They did, however, we had no concern with the seat’s spectacular view. We were more concerned with the rapidly
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Although you probably could’ve stabbed me with a fork and I wouldn’t have noticed. I was so oblivious to anything but my nerves. She said, “Here you guys go!”
Two men wearing black shirts with something written on them appeared with adult sized tricycles. Yes, you read it correctly. Tricycles. The woman continued with her speech looking and speaking very sympathetically, yet she had a glitter in her eye Lilly and I possessed which represented our elation. Continuing to explain we would have to ride these humongous clunky tricycles down the court, do 10 situps at the baseline, run to half court and jump rope, and finish with a layup while the entire crowd witnessed. The clock had winded down and we stood up from our stools mine squelching as it scraped the shiny waxed gym
Although you probably could’ve stabbed me with a fork and I wouldn’t have noticed. I was so oblivious to anything but my nerves. She said, “Here you guys go!”
Two men wearing black shirts with something written on them appeared with adult sized tricycles. Yes, you read it correctly. Tricycles. The woman continued with her speech looking and speaking very sympathetically, yet she had a glitter in her eye Lilly and I possessed which represented our elation. Continuing to explain we would have to ride these humongous clunky tricycles down the court, do 10 situps at the baseline, run to half court and jump rope, and finish with a layup while the entire crowd witnessed. The clock had winded down and we stood up from our stools mine squelching as it scraped the shiny waxed gym