can you be “electrified” by a slam dunk victory?
I PUT DOWN MY MUG OF COFFEE and reached into my desk drawer and dexterously pulled out my miniature samurai-sword letter-opener with the dropbear-tooth handle. After staring into space for a few seconds and mumbling, “That’s not a knife—this is a knife,” I took a few swipes in front of me with the foot-long blade, voicing the appropriate martial-arts-movie swooshing-sounds as it cut the air. [Read more] “can you be “electrified” by a slam dunk victory?”