A few members of the former Temporary Chill Zone managed to put together a team for an intramural basketball league consisting of dudes coming from a wide variety of athletic backgrounds, ranging from competitive water pipe users to actual competitive athletes. Now one would take a look at this team of hardened men and think, “neeeh,” but you shouldn’t be so hasty to write them off. They went undefeated all the way to the ‘Ship!
Unfortunately, the Flaming 8 Ball Jackets’ fire was put out by a team of extremely well educated, distant relatives of Yao Ming. The (intramural) team was complete with a coach or trainer of sorts. Regardless, the Jackets couldn’t hold on after clinging to a lead throughout the whole game, only to lose it in the last 6 minutes and never get it back.
Having lived with a pretty mellow, easy-going Crash for a while now, I never imagined I’d see him get so fierce on the court. He’s got a bit of Flaming 8 Ball in him.
N. Dale Henry, mulletless, gets up there.
Jake decided to take a break and enjoy what seems to be a nice court-picnic with a member from the other team while Nic prepares to squat.
Here’s where it all falls apart.
Dreamin’ ’bout fishin’
After an undefeated season, the Jackets lost to “MIT” 37-30. Bummer wave!
Main Grain 