Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Sprints

Another Tuesday night. Another sprint practice. Another show of domination by yours truly.

The numbers were nothing spectacular so I won't bore you with them here.

With the notable exception of Oscar Freire, I cannot think of any sprinters who aren't cocky and flamboyant. I fit the mold quite nicely. Don't hate me because I'm flashy and sure of myself. Hate me because I'm better than you.

2 comments:

Will said...

Oh son of Zues. Hath thee no fear of the Gods' scorn? Hath thee no fear of my divine retribution? Avarus animus nullo satiatur lucro, my son.

ntw said...

I'm still flashier and more flamboyant.


You know you are jealous of my glasses.