Like with all great athletic feats, one must sync mind and body as one unit, before attempting the Carl Lewis. A pre-game ritual, if you will. Mine goes as follows: 1. Like Arnold in the Terminator movie's, I start on one knee, hands on the ground. I even make the "BZZZZZSSSSSHHHZOOOINK" sound, because that's just how a nicca roll. 2. While rising up from said posistion, I pluck imaginary grass from the rug, and toss it in the air, Tiger Woods style. Judging wind direction is key. 3. I get into a free throw shooting stance, and ala Karl Malone, mumble some gibberish. "Beeniebabybeeniebabykarlmalonewantdembeeniebaby" 4. I say a prayer. "Hail Mary, full of grace, help us win this NASCAR race." Now I am ready. With Jim McKay's famous, "The thrill of victory. The agony of defeat." ringing through my ears, I begin my approach towards an uncertain destiny...
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