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Oh the Shame

Oh the Shame

It was the eighties, those were the days when men wore booty shorts to play basketball. So here I was, 18 years old, six feet eleven inches, a twig at one hundred and forty seven pounds. The game was on, it was hotly contested, the tropical night was hot except for when we ran, and the breeze coupled with our sweating bodies cooled us down. I was uncomfortable, the bloody hot pants were too tight, go figure, as skinny as I was, those shorts were too tight. They must have gotten mines in the little girls section of the store. So after some spirited hustle, the ball went out of bounds, I ran after it, bent over and heard the most horrific sound I had ever heard in my life, worse than the fighter jets dropping bombs, worse than the sound of A K 47 rifles. The I felt the dreaded breeze, up my leg and I swear, it felt like I was not wearing any pants. At first it was silent and then the laughter. I ran of the court to screams and laughter. Some were rolling on the ground as the unpantsed human Ostrich lumbered off the court, my hands covering my ass. And to add insult to injury, when I got home and told Mommy Charles what had happened she asked “Yuh was wearing clean underpants right?”

By Bombastic Nation

Me name is Anderson A Charles. I am a writer story teller and Podcaster, the original Steve urkel, yes I did that. Also played basketball in college ( that's because I am seven feet tall.

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