oh god. vividly.
i'm 12 years old... emotionally conflicted... game is on, 4th quarter, but i'm in the front yard with some girls from school, who'd stopped by because one of them had a crush.
my dad, completely unsympathetic to my 7th grade aura farming efforts, pokes his head out the front door: "Austin, get in here and help me roll some cigarettes."
girl broke up with me when i beat all her mario kart lap records on n64.
larry johnson is forever.
thanks dad.
The Larry Johnson 4 Point Play extends beyond those in The Garden that night.
Everyone knows where they were during that exact moment.
And the pandemonium that followed!
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