In game two, STILL HERE came up against a very nice man who also happens to be so large he can be in the lane for three seconds without actually being in the lane at all. He was a force. He was a zip code. He was a planet. Quote of the day credited to Damon Skinner: "He treated us like we were his cell mates." That, by the way, is a compliment. If you listen carefully you can hear the feminine wimperings of the usually robust tandem of Skinner and Bruner as they tremble in the corner squeaking about that big mean man who handed them their asses like two week-old jelly doughnuts. In one photo above you will see D-Rex about to receive an unwelcome procto exam. In the other you will notice Pops reaching over to touch the Big Man just to see if he is real. Advice of the day from our shooting guard, Rick Burgess, offered to Skinner and Bruner as a helpful suggestion: "All you have to do is just box that guy out." Thanks Rick. Guess who gets to guard the ManMountain next time!
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