Tuesday, October 05, 2004
currently I'm rereading
Shane Battier's March 2001 column for Maxim. Thought you might want to read the piece as well. An excerpt:Last summer I was walking down the street in Birmingham, and I see this heavyset guy take off in a dead sprint toward me, a block and a half away, yelling, “Hey! Hey! Hey!” I thought I was going to be assaulted or something. He’s all out of breath, panting like a dog. He’s going to have a heart attack right there, he’s so out of breath. He says, “My name is Mark Jones [or something], and I’m from the law offices of [whatever].” And he hands me his business card. I say thanks and turn around and walk away. It’s pathetic.
