On the Ball
I’ve had this stage fright all week. Everytime I tried to pitch sponsorship sales this week, I would totally freeze up. And I couldn’t place my finger on it. It was probably because I got all self conscious about it. But for some reason my game was on this morning. Might have been the caffeine coarsing through my veins. I was running on pure adrenaline. Or perhaps it might have been the charming young lad I met the night before. Then again, it might have been the act of crushing the ego of the slimy salesman. I know, it sounds like a night of drunkand stupor. But it wasn’t. Ha ha.











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