Our balls are worn out. 

Nerf Basketball. The great equalizer.

Seth and I literally play Nerf Basketball 5-6 times per week.

It's a decision maker. A problem solver. An impromptu drinking game. A stress reliever. A competitive outlet for two crazy people who would cheat their own grandmothers at bridge just to mark down a tally in the W column. "And you thought the Great Depression was bad, Nana! Take that! Grand Slam Trump your North Ass...Boo-YA! The tricks are ours! Go cry in that sweater you were knitting me!"

...that never actually happened of course. ...but only because I don't know how to play bridge.

Nerf Basketball...a sport of kings.

"Game of H-O-R-S-E to see who does the dishes....Game of H-O-R-S-E, if I win...you must flush the toilet every time I go to the bathroom for the rest of the day...Game of H-O-R-S-E, just for fun."

...and so our balls started to deteriorate from overuse.

In this crazy time of year, when people are running around, wearing cleats and shoulder pads into department stores just to get an ipod or an elmo or a wii or anything else that they 'have' to get in order to cross a special someone off their list...

it's nice to turn off the tv, crack open a beer, shoot some hoops, and talk.

The Nerfoop: marital bliss for $3.99


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