“You radiate exuberance!” he said. Taken aback, I could only stare at Pecherov. His pallor was most alarming! “I say this in a complimentary sense,” he continued. “No doubt the blood flowing in your veins is devilishly exuberant!”
For a horrible moment, Pecherov sniffed the air like some unholy and hairless hound. “As I thought. Your blood smells like the sweetest perfume,” he concluded with a dark whisper, then darting off to snare an in-bounds pass.
Shaken by the exchange, I added three turnovers to my otherwise respectable estadísticas. And despite our victory, all I could think of in the locker chamber after the match were Pecherov’s burning eyes.
“Spaniard!” Greg Oden intoned, gesturing to me. “I have three words to speak to you.” He drew me in closer yet, looked over my shoulder, and said quietly, “Beware the upior.”
And with that, Greg reached out a massive ebon hand to deposit in my palm a bottle of pills… containing garlic extract.
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Como estas Rudy? I am sorry to see your minutes disappear. I do not think it is fair that you do not get to play a lot of minutes. I think you and Bayless are excellent young players who can dominate but are limited because of the depth of the roster. I would love to see you flourish, and I think you should demand a trade. Who cares about Andre Miller and steve blake? You should demand a trade, and maybe come to New York. We would love you here, D’antoni’s system suits you well, and you would start and get a lot of minutes. As much as I like seeing you play on the Blazers, you should definitely push for a trade, you are losing accomplishing more in your career by staying in Portland.ReplyDelete
When I saw Pecherov I couldn't believe someone who looked so evil would play basketball instead of trying to rule the world.ReplyDelete
We love you in Portland Rudy!