The Day a Game of Horse Creampied My Best Friend
I've played a lot of backyard basketball in my time, but I never thought a simple game of horse creampied my ego and my favorite jersey all in one humid Saturday afternoon. It was one of those weekends where the heat was just sitting on the neighborhood like a heavy blanket, and my friends and I were desperate for something to do that didn't involve just sitting in front of the AC. We usually stick to a standard game of pick-up, but someone—I think it was Mike—decided we needed to raise the stakes. ...