“It’s hard to say that this punt, pass and kick victory feels as good as last week’s bowling win, but it still has a pretty good vibe. There was a whisper around the office that my arm strength would be sub-par to Mr. Fleming’s pythons, but it took one throw to silence the critics that tried to take me off my game before the contest even started.””
It’s hard to say that this punt, pass and kick victory feels as good as last week’s bowling win, but it still has a pretty good vibe.
There was a whisper around the office that my arm strength would be sub-par to Mr. Fleming’s pythons, but it took one throw to silence the critics that tried to take me off my game before the contest even started.
I launched the first ball 49 yards and the crowd that engulfed the Shrank North practice field looked upon the tight-spiraled eagle-in-flight with awe.
My throws accumulated 157 yards, with the best throw cutting through a clear blue sky; an undetectable stealth missile shot from my laser-rocket arm that landed 55 yards away.
My first punt would precisely drop at the 5-yard line, but neither Fleming nor I could make a field goal.
Not being able to make a field goal was troubling because it meant there was a slight flaw in my impeccable football skills.
However, when an overtime kick-off ensued after Fleming and I missed our three field goals, we both made our fourth OT kick.
But after Fleming missed his fifth, I showed the crowd of 2,000 strong what a true clutch Adam Viniatari-esque kicker looks like.
Me 2. Fleming 1.
Game over.
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