Saturday, March 8, 2008

John Henderson's Pre-Game Ritual

I spent five minutes trying to determine what Big John says as he walks out the door. At first, I heard, "We gotta make love like I tol'ju 'bout, baby!" But alas, it was merely, "You gotta make blood come through my mouth, baby!"

Posted by Ron Crimson at Saturday, March 08, 2008
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About the Undrafted Free Agent

Ron Crimson was the only player on the high school roster to not get in a game. He couldn't argue with the decision, because he sucked. Needless to say, yet stated anyway, when he entered the NBA draft following his sophomore season in college, he went undrafted. Now, Ron Crimson is the Undrafted Free Agent.

Contact the Undrafted Free Agent

Interested in informing the Undrafted Free Agent of his mistakes, advertisement opportunities, or a scoop on the latest sports scandal? (You can guess which is more likely.) Well, email him at undraftedfreeagent [at] gmail.com.

Look at This!

There's nothing here; I just needed to fill some space. Space eater! Space eater! Space eater! Space eater! Space eater! Space eater! Space eater! Space eater! Space eater! I also needed to balance it out a bit.

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