I was on the college basketball team. We were up for a big game against an old rival when, as we were in the locker room changing into our jerseys, I noticed that I wasn’t able to bring my supporter briefs. As it would be dyahe to borrow anyone’s private undergarments, I had to play through the second quarter with my man-balls taking a beating.
Good thing I had my driver get my supporter at home to get me through the finals. No worries, though, we won the championship.
Baller_mike, by email