by J. Camm on June 2, 2014


My father never let me win at shit. If I was going to beat him at golf or H.O.R.S.E or one-on-one basketball, I was going to earn it. I took a lot of losses as a kid and I ended up kind of fine. Not being handed victories made me appreciate actually winning. That said, my dad never Harlem-Globetrotted the shit out of me like this. But the kid looks like he’s having a good time and one day, when junior hits puberty, he’s going to return the favor and destroy this guy. Well, that, or he’ll eventually give up the game altogether, turn a little weird, and start buying his clothes primarily from Hot Topic.

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J. Camm is the Managing Editor of BroBible. He is a graduate of the University of Miami thanks mostly in part to a world-class short-term memory. When not writing drivel on the Internet, J.Camm enjoys golf and the inexplicable satisfaction that comes with forgetting a person's name the exact instant he meets them.