Where I Come From: How I Became A Georgetown Hoyas Fan
A few months after getting the game I had gotten pretty good at it. I was putting in a few hours a day with my block-shaped Hoyas and Orangemen (remember, this was before Cuse changed and became the ridiculously named "Orange"). I had a pretty solid routine after school: come home, eat some single stuff oreos (double-stuff had not yet been invented), walk my dog Scraps and then get on the Atari until dinner.
Well, it was just an average autumn afternoon and I had finished my after-school snack and I was looking for Scraps so I could give him his walk before hitting the Atari for some serious EA Sports College Dunk-A-Thon. I looked everywhere but couldn't find him, so I went and found my mom in the kitchen. "Mom, where is Scraps?" I asked. "Sit down, honey," she told me, and I sat at the kitchen table.
"Scraps is dead."
"What!" I shouted. "How could this be? I saw him this morning!"
"He was murdered," my mom said. "Scraps was murdered."
I started to cry. "How could this happen?" I said between sobs. "Who did this?"
She grabbed my hand and looked into my crying eyes.
"Jim Boeheim did it," she said. "Jim Boeheim murdered your dog."
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Every word is true
It is undeniable that Jim Boeheim murders dogs.
I do hope that SB Nation has outstanding libel lawyers on retainer.
by itsallthatmatters on Jul 5, 2010 2:07 PM EDT reply actions

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