So, I was sitting on a park bench, drinking my coffee and reading this thread. After reading it, I put my phone in my pocket and tried to talk with my tongue in my cheek. Naturally, I started drooling all over myself . A compassionate yet misguided woman sees this and sticks a five dollar bill in my cup. So, I wipe my face off and head to the convenience store and hand the cashier my soggy stank ass five and request a scratch off. I promptly scratch that thing and win 25 grand. I jump in a cab and go to the airport. Within a half hour I am headed to Vegas. When we land I head straight to the Bellagio. I put the whole stash on 35 and yell “BUCKETS”, as the wheel stops on my number. I let it ride a few times, defying the odds, yelling “BUCKETS” each time to the delight of the crowd that began to build around me. Long story short, I am now the majority owner of the T-Wolves. I’m changing the name to the Minnesota Buckets and I’m drafting Buddy with the number one pick.
