Cleats by Bill Hinds for February 11, 2004
Referee: Folks, while the teams are breaking for half time, we thought we'd have a little conest. Who thinks they can sink a basketball from mid-court? Peri's Dad: Come on, Michael. Let's just see how you handle the ball. Peri's brother: D-a-a-a-a-d... Peri's Dad: Just take a shot, son. I'm telling you, you got the roundball genes. Referee: And if you make the shot, you're going to win-- dinner for four at the Glutbucket Cafe. Peri's Dad: Uh, Michael? Peri's brother: Glut bucket? Gimme the ball, and point me to the basket.