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Sunday, February 15, 2004
Oh my God!!! Yes, oh my God!!!
If you've never had the pleasure of seeing a dancing Sperm, I want you to imagine. Imagine a rather large man, garnished with a perennial goatee, deceptively long hair, oversize pajama bottoms and a nice fitting tee. Imagine him standing in the middle of his living room. Three large windows expose him to all of downtown NYC. Imagine him staring at his TV. Mouth agape. He stares some more. His mouth then slowly but organically breaks into what you could only describe as 'the widest smile you may have ever seen.' And then he slowly he starts to move. Like most things it starts in the hips. Side to side. Building. Then the movement just takes over. The legs. The arms. The feet. And a wild shake of the deceptively long hair. The movement has overtaken him. And then comes the sound. It bellows up from deep within his loins. And juts forth to meet the rhythm of his movements. It's a little diddy first spoken by the great Reverend Brown in the classic movie "Coming to America."
"Oh, my Gawd! Yes! Oh, my Gawd! -- Oh, my Gawd! Yes, oh my God!"
And if you're wondering why. Why a man called Sperm would awake on a Sunday morning, the day after Valentine's Day, to dance in the middle of his living room for all the world to see?
Is it because of sex? No, but certainly feels that way.
Is it because of money? No, but it certainly feels that way.
Is it because of power? No, but he expects to see lots of power soon enough.
It is simply because of a man. A man who woke up one morning, not unlike Sperm did today. A man who woke up one morning a made a decision. A man who woke up one morning, one fateful morning, a few weeks ago and made a decision. A decision to play basketball. Just a simple game a basketball with his friends. Just a simple game of basketball with his friends, that would soon make all the difference in the world to a rather large man, with a perennial goatee, staring at his television.
So, here's to you, Aaron Boone, we raise your twisted knee in pre-season triumph!!!
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