December 21, 2013

  • Sitcom Level: ORANGE

    Back in the day, I was a balla...that is to say, I mostly sat the bench for my small high school's basketball team until I was a senior. Turns out we're having an alumni game over Christmas break. Sounds like a sitcom, right? Guy in his 30's goes back to his old high school (now closed, mind you, it was a REALLY small school) for an alumni basketball game. We're playing a rival small high school, which makes it even more sitcom-y. My one classmate went to play for them after our original small high school closed down. So he'll be on the other team. So, you may ask, is there anything else that could make this sound any more sitcom-ish? Why yes...

    ...so I snooped on the rival school's home page, and SOCKS will be there. SOCKS played for the rival high school's lady team. SOCKS wore ridiculous soccer-style high socks with her uniform and generally didn't care about what people thought while she was scoring 15-20 points a game. SOCKS was a freshman when I was a senior, so I only talked to her once for a few minutes. SOCKS is hilariously egotistical (ok, and MAYBE physically attractive in just the unconventional ways I like. MAYBE.)

    We're at Sitcom Level ORANGE here, and rapidly zooming towards RED. I apologize to Yes, Dear; Two and a Half Men; and all other mediocre sitcoms for ripping off their storylines. Also if you live in Ohio, you need to come to this night just for the laughs...and SOCKS.

     

Comments (6)

  • Wow, sounds like it will be fun (and make you tired, ha!)!

  • I would go and cheer you on, but Ohio is way too far away on such short notice (besides, you don't need another lady there if you are potentially going to be flirting with Socks). Have fun with the game. Keep us informed about how it all goes.

  • Haha. Hope your game goes well and that your team wins! :)

  • how did the game and socks turn out? I have a sitcom story or two to post myself, this is just the push i needed to get started

  • This is one of the funniest things I have ever imagined. When my life decides to be like a sitcom, it's more like "My car rolled backwards down the street without me in it!" or "The ice cream cake would not fit in the freezer so it melted and we had to eat it out of the lid with spoons" or I get slimed or something. I'm glad your sitcom seems like it has much better writers on staff.

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