I usually don't do this

Normally, Jim Abbott doesn't respond to threats, but today I'm going to make an exception.  Gillery picked the wrong time to question my heart with an ultimatum.  I have not blogged in over 2 months it feels like, and it probably has been exactly 2 months since I have been estimating great lately.  Anyways, For Gillery to come at me when I'm down and out, (I just had my wisdom teeth pulled and I haven't had a real meal in 3 days) is unfair.  I know what you all are thinking, "Your fat ass could use a few days of a liquid diet!"  To which I respond with "My abs were recently showing signs of improvement and I was makes strides the all natural way and didn't need an artificial eating disorder to get my washboard back." 

Anyways it has been so long since I delivered my Hemingway-esque pros on this medium that I almost forgot where to start.  Oh that's right, I'M THE KING OF TENNIS AGAIN!!! Not only did Pete Sampras discover that he looks JUST like me, but I discovered the art of carrying a feeble Doubles partner to the trophy altar.  Who did I play doubles with you ask?  Definitely your 14-0 partner Jackson Kocak right?  That guy accents you perfectly, with his galloping backhand and your tidal wave forehand, the tournament would be a breeze.  That's what I said, but Gillery isn't the only proud one who can hold a grudge, I did not ask Jackson since he was sufficiently hung over for our sectionals doubles match last year, costing us the State Title and my chance to FINALLY get noticed by the cheerleaders!!!  Anyways, I went where no man has ever went before, into my ICE contacts, and called my nemesis Kyle Whipple.  After about 24 calls, 14 emails, 10 letters and 3 personal visits, I got a hold of Kyle.  He obliged, and the rest is history.  He even played stellar tennis with and without a goatie... He shaved mid tournament for reasons unknown.  How did I play?  Well despite missing 4 of my favorite teeth for a majority of the tournament, and being on a diet that consisted of 200 calories a day, I was my usual grip it and rip it self.  

I don't want you to think that Gillery forced my hand to write this blog, I did it for you, the reader, because as you know, I do not negotiate with terrorism, and Gillery is a terrorist, always has been.  Despite me being significantly more middle eastern than Gill, he has always been much more of a terrorist than me.  Don't believe me? He totaled his car in an unsuccessful kamakazi mission.  The guy is wild.  Anyways hopefully this blog is sufficient, and Gill and I can get back to what we do best, make folk musiq and cheer on our sorry Mariners.  Goodnight and Goodluck.