Making a basket in basketball isn’t lucky. Luck?!? Obviously the Scripting Son has no idea what luck is. “That was so lucky,” said the Scripting Son. The ball rattles off the backboard and drops through the hoop. Thinking quickly (or at least as quickly as a Scripting Guy can think) he pivots one way, pivots back the other way, jumps up in the air, and then flips the ball, underhanded and left-handed, beneath the Scripting Son’s outstretched arm. (If you’re not a basketball fan, picking up your dribble while down on the baseline isn’t a particularly good thing to do.) Thanks to his own stupidity, the Scripting Guy who writes this column is now trapped: he has the baseline on one side of him and the Scripting Son, who’s a good 7 inches taller than his father, on the other side. He dribbles down to the baseline and then, for some stupid reason, he stops dribbling. With the gym about to close for the night, everything has come down to this: next basket wins.Īs it turns out, the Scripting Guy who writes this column has the ball. The Scripting Son has a comfortable lead, but the Scripting Guy who writes this column makes a desperate comeback, sinking four three-pointers in a row and tying the score. OK, so picture this: for the first time in a couple of months, the Scripting Guy who writes this column and the Scripting Son are playing basketball. Hey, Scripting Guy! How can I find all the files in a directory tree that contain a specified phrase?
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