In the spirit of March Madness we have been playing a little ball lately. Today Addie, Harry, Troutman, and I went to a little court close to the Rival area and on the way there Harry told me a story....
It was a breezy March afternoon and Harry couldn't get anyone to go "ball" with him. So he decided to get his exercise without his architecture classmates. When he got to the court he joined in a pick up game and started to "ball" with some Spanish guys. Harry was playing very well, he could feel the wind in his face and ground under his feet, this was a good day. All of a sudden Harry made a great steal, he was all alone running down the court with nothing but the basket ahead of him. Harry jumped up to make the easy layup when out of nowhere a "big black dude" packed the crap out of him. Everyone that was in a two mile radius could hear the shattering of Harry's dreams and ambitions with the smack of the big black guys hand on the basketball. As they both came to the ground Harry's eyes found their way to the floor and he slowly walked away in shame.
This is a tribute to our fallen friend, next time you see him, give him a pat on the back and tell him, "Harry, it will be alright, just remember your Asian"
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