
“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.

And with that, Greg reached out a massive ebon hand to deposit in my palm a bottle of pills… containing garlic extract.
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.
ReplyDeleteWhen I saw Pecherov I couldn't believe someone who looked so evil would play basketball instead of trying to rule the world.
ReplyDeleteWe love you in Portland Rudy!