"I had lost control of the ball. There I was, running down the 47º hill with no choice but to plead for the help of the small muchachos at the bottom of the incline. So I did. And one obliged. And kicked the ball at 67 mph point blank into my stomach. Now that should definitely be the new San Mateo greeting. Awesome."
Thanks, Chat. :-)
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