I told Ladygreek I would post this one day so here goes...
When I was a young boy(11 years old), I took blows for Delta Sigma Theta.
Now, for years, my little brother and I were told to
"not play ball in the house" by our mother ( your soror). A rule we categorically rejected and violated out of her presence. Well, there came a rainy day kinda like today and of course you
CANNOT "play ball" OUTSIDE on a rainy day. So of course, my little bro. and I decided to host the world series in the house against our mother's (your soror's) rule. Well, as most Delta's, my mother had a prize collection of elephants which were kept on a bookshelf in the living room and
NEVER TO BE TOUCHED per HER ORDER. Well,
this rainy day,
mom was not home so the living room was our ball park and the bookshelf was third base. I was at bat and my little bro. pitched the ball and I Barry Bonds it. The problem: the ball headed straight for those elephants and my little brother made it worse by trying to catch it. He
PLUS the ball slammed headlong into those elephants (
Funny that things like that look like they are happening in slow motion.). I stood there in shock, horror, and disbelief as those elephants crashed to the floor.
Well, as if there was some unction in her spirit
GUESS WHO COMES THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR... that's right OUR Mother (your soror)
. Needless to say, she went ballistic. My little brother and I got whipped seven ways from Sunday. There are STILL 20 min. of my life I cannot account for she whipped us so bad. In conclusion, my siblings and I NEVER PLAYED BALL IN THE HOUSE AGAIN. Allow me to repeat this, my siblings and I NEVER PLAYED BALL IN THE HOUSE AGAIN. Our mother (your soror) moved those elephants to another room of the the house and, to this day, I won't look
SIDEWAYS at those #$*#$* elephants.
Thank Ya'll for listening but I gotta go ( Mama might hear me)
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