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So strong.
The Love Machine:
You lock that ball and chain around her yet?
Sure AF did! We see the doctor in two weeks.
The Holy One:
ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?
The Love Machine:
See, I have two things to say right now. The first thing is, you can’t take away from Soba his level of dedication, determination and commitment. When he sets his mind to something, he achieves it. This is why he’s a consummate winner. I greatly admire you for your work ethic and dedication, my friend.
Amen, brother.
The Holy One:
And the second?
The Love Machine:
Second, even though I thought you were absolutely bat-shit-crazy for trying to knock some chick up - and before you go nuts, I know her name is Scottie. That said, I think you’re still fucking crazy.
Crazy about her.
The Holy One:
Or just crazy.
Let me put it this way: while you two are playing pocket pool with your growers-not-showers, I’m over here fucking my baby mama multiple times a day without anything between us. You two ever feel the blissed-out sensation of skin-on-skin - INSIDE a vagina?
Silence?
Didn’t think so.
That said, until you’ve felt this unmatched nirvana, you will not understand why I have every intention of keeping Scottie VERY happy - and pregnant - for the foreseeable future.
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NICK SOBA
We were already well into November, the Thanksgiving game fast approaching. I couldn’t wait to see my two best friends. It’d been over six months since the three of us had all been together.
I was equal parts excited and nervous.
I was nervous because the guilt of what I’d done had only grown, and every time it did I would unconsciously scratch at my tattoo. I think that I got lost in myself and also in Scottie over the summer - completely distracted. But then, as soon as the season officially started, it was as if the guilt grew with every game.
Every game that we should have been playing together.
But how could Ievercome clean to them about this? I just couldn’t.
Instead, I was doing the next best thing, and that was to make things right. And how was I going to do that? Well, since I now had Scottie, I could go to Plan B, which was to get us all traded to San Fran.
When I spoke to the heads at San Fran last winter, we had an unofficial handshake deal that they’d scoop us up when trading season started. There was no guarantee that we could make it happen, but I’d work my magic tomake it happenif I needed to.
I could be extremely persuasive.
