Originally posted by OldasdirtDevil:
Whew! It was a close call, GTHC. I knew you weren't available, but Sky and I had a talk over the phone, and he dropped by to pick me up. Well, his truck broke down outside of Chapel Hill, but luck prevailed and we coasted right in to the newly opened Fatz Rental Cars. I don't think the Duke caps Sky and I were wearing helped out much, as the only rental car they had left was a bably blue 1967 Nash Rambler. Since beggars can't be choosers we took it and headed on down to Houston. Sky was driving, and it seemed like it was taking forever to get there. I told Sky to floor it, but he already had his foot in the radiator, and we were topping out at 30 mph. Well, outside of Houston we got pulled over (going too slow), and immediately Sky became nervous because we had those bags of money in the trunk. Sky reached over and grabbed a little plastic baggie that he noticed in the backseat, and started munching on the green colored little treats. The officer had walked up to the drivers side door and immediately told Sky to drop the baggie, and to raise his hands. He also asked me for the registration to the car. I opened the glove compartment, and saw an automatic pistol. Well, I panicked...choked like Meeks going through a buffet line. I grabbed the pistol and threw it out my window. It just so happened the 2nd officer had just walked up to my side and the gun hit him in the head and ricocheted out into a field. At this time, I felt like we could be in a spot of trouble. Well, they opened the trunk and found the cash...and so we all headed downtown to the Houston Police Station.
Well, about this time Ol' Roy had arrived at the airport in Houston (he was dropping in to see a real team play for once). Anyway, the story (about two guys in a baby blue Rambler with pot, a pistol, and bags of cash) was being repeated everywhere around the airport. Roy heard it and immediately assumed it was PJ and one of his friends. Ol'Roy hightailed
down there and sight unseen bailed us out, left us a rental car (SS Camaro), envelope full of cash, and a key to his spare house for wayward basketball players.
Sky and I took off immediately. With all that horsepower I knew we would make it to the arena on time, but Sky was afraid we might get called for speeding, and so he drove...30 mph. We finally made it to the game, and got there just as soon as Justise was being raped on an over the back foul that wasn't called. I pointed at one of the refs and held up the envelope for him to see (thank goodness Roy left us some cash). The ref immediately called a foul on Wright. Everything looked like it was in control with a 10 point lead, but the ref opened up the envelope and was not pleased with the amount of money in it. Immediately Jah and Justise picked up their 2nd fouls and the Utes cut the lead quickly to 5 before halftime.
Now it was a full blown emergency. Sky and I knew we had to have more cash, and quickly or this game could get away from us. We decided to head back to the Houston Police Station and get our money back. This time I told Sky I was driving. We headed out and dropped by the original spot where we were stopped, and Sky hopped out of the car and went searching for the gun I had threw out (the officers couldn't find it). Sky (with those eagle eyes of his found it. Now we had a plan. We were going to stick up the police station...and get our cash. Luckily Roy left a couple of Tar Heel jerseys on the backseat of the Camaro, and some of his ties. Sky and I pulled on the jerseys, cut some eye holes out of the ties and wrapped them around our face. You should have seen us, we looked like a couple of cool old super heroes. Anyway we walked into the station, waved the gun around and demanded our money back. A couple of the officers laughed at us, and Sky dropped the gun...but it went off and the bullet was ricocheting around the room. While the officers were diving under desk, Sky and I grabbed the money bags and ran out.
On the way back to the arena, I told Sky I wanted to stop and make a last second bet on Duke. We used half the cash and bet on Duke covering the points. And to the game we sped. We got there, right at the end of the game...showed the greedy bastage refs the cash, and they immediately called a foul on the Utes...even after the players had walked off the floor. They brought the players back out, Quinn missed the first ft...I said a little prayer...and Quinn nailed the 2nd one and the spread was covered! With all the money we won on the game, we should have plenty of cash to buy the refs off the rest of the way.
That's the end of the story...almost. We met Ol'Roy leaving the game, and stopped and thanked him for all the help. He didn't know what we were talking about, and just kept mumbling that he should have taken a timeout during that 9-0 run.
And that's how it all happened, GTHC. I may need you as a driver on the next run...Sky worries me a little with his driving. If you need to contact us we'll be getting a little R & R at Roy's spare house.
PS...those were PJ's old jerseys we were wearing. The Houston Police have an all points bulletin out for Hairston.
OFC
This post was edited on 3/28 12:19 PM by OldasdirtDevil
