You stare down your opponent, lights twinkle, but you don’t blink. This is all you and that’s all him, and it ain’t all that much. An instant later you wake up in a hospital. Your anus hurts. Long live sports.

“She’s not a pothead. That thing on her neck is a vase. And anyway, I’m all for …”

“When Jed comes in and gives you that look where his forehead wrinkles up and hi…”

“I forgot to bring up banana peels. I guess it just slipped my mind.”

“I put the “sing” in single. But only when I’m in the shower.”