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And this is why I keep coming back... even after a bad day, I can always count on Faceboat for the levity I need to make it to the next one.
LMAO! I'm glad your ball sac arrived in one piece!
I crouch down low in the seat of my truck as I inch up slowly.....looking....loooking. Confusion begins to dissipate as I pull up next to this marvelous duo of truck and watercraft. Why, this is just another proud jetboater, just like me!!
I comtemplate just tossing one off into the cockpit but was immediately foiled by a mooring cover, so I inch up to the windows. A young man in the passenger seat, ear buds in, shades on, slouching low....as if he was hiding. I think he also questioned the validity of this pleasure ark attached to his parents truck. I pull up next to him and see his window is cracked. I yell "Hey! roll down your window! " He looks at me like I'm a psycho. I immediately stop bouncing and waving my arms and roll down my window, which is now well lubricated as a result of my exuberance. 
With window down I wave the the shiny red football in the air and give it a couple launch pumps towards him " nerfball!! Jetboat!! website!! Check it out!!!tell your dad!! Suddenly, his window breaks loose from it's protective status, revealing the whole palying field ! My heart begins to pound, my arm cocks back, the rush of blood in my ears drowns out whatever words were on his lips. Hungry for a touchdown
, I instinctively launch the messenger ball at the receivers #'s. Unfortunatley, due to his slouching, that's where his face was currently located. As his hands go up, he realizes the velocity at which the ball was traveling. His eyes open like the two OO's on the side of his parents boat, revealing the sheer terror of this projectile missile approaching his face. The ball whizzes between his face and hands, grazing his shades. Dissapointment begins to crawl into my head, realizing that this, in fact, was not a touchdown pass. Instead, an over zealous, misguided, misuse of my glory days of playing "500" with my son and his cousins....in my yard... off the deck.....with a beer......when they were 12. Milliseconds before shame set in, the miracle happened. The integrity of that forceful launch allowed the ball to continue it's path....to the drivers side windows(thank god for NERF). It bounced off the window, richocheted off the steering wheel, and in ultra ultra super slo mo, landed in his lap. He was in AWE and gave me a look that could only be construed as WTF. My heart lept as if I had just won the lotto
" COMPLETION! TOUCHDOWN!!", I cried. Mission accomplished. I had now enlightened a whole family on the joys of internet jetboating, and at the same time scared the living crap out of a tweener.
As I drove away with Goodyear's screamin', I yelled "Jetboating rules, and to all a good night!!!"
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