Oh you pegged NES right on the head. He might be decent at riding a dirt board through the back woods, or juggling his balls during a midnight rain storm. But throw this guy a football and watch him look like a deer lost in the headlights. He shoots a basketball with two hands from his hip and has the classic girly limp wristed throwing motion when it comes to tossing a baseball or even an orange across the office for that matter. The guy was skipped over in the school yard skill department if you know what I mean,(and I think you do...) Not knocking the guy or anything, i mean if you need somebody to ride a jackass across the desert while reciting the Jerky Boys , hell he's your man. But if you need a pinch hit down 1 in the 8th with 2 outs ... NES ain't even an option off the bench. He's the dude in the back bleachers smoking a roach and opening the crackerjack prize with utter delight. I mean I love him like a brother (red headed step brother that is ..)but whose kidding who? He's uncordinated, probably rode the short bus to school and back in Ol Mizzoo I doubt his moonshining duties with Pop left him much time for extra curricular activities.
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