So I'm cruising along in a foil tournament in FL, class of the field, beating down everyone. The venue is outdoors under a large cement covering, with a small bleacher area for spectators; it was a beautiful day. In between bouts, I've got my headphones listening to tunes and sprawled out on a bench off to the side of bleachers. After a while I notice an attactive blond girl not only watching my bouts, but checking me out pretty directly in between as well. Finally, I make eye contact and smile back, and she smiles even larger grin, bites her lip and throws a big wink as well. Seeing as I was already pretty full of myself for dominating the fencing competition (and just being a typical foil fencer), I took this pretty much in stride, but just had to brag a little about my new "groupie" in the stands when one of my old teammates from college came over to sit next to me...he looked at her and then looked back at me sprawled out on the bench. Acknowledged the situation and then mentioned I may want to do something about the huge split I had torn in the crotch of my knickers! I looked down then looked up and my blond fan in bleachers is rolling with laughter.
Oh well...
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"In my opinion, big-time players want the ball in big-stime situations," Kristi Toliver, Freshman point gaurd of the NCAA National Champion Terrapins, said matter-of-factly.
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