Thursday, March 20, 2014 6:35:28 PM
Okay, so this reminds me of a story. (I know I'm getting up in years because lately *everything* seems to remind me of a story.)
So in high school, my best friend was nicknamed "Zolive." Why Zolive? Well, it started in sophomore year when the personalized track jackets arrived. My friend, a transplant from the UK, was named Clive. The jacket manufacturer, an American firm apparently unfamiliar with the name, embroidered his jacket *Olive*. You`d think the hilarity would end there, but no.
Shortly after trying the jacket on, Clive--now Olive--was doing wind sprints across a parking lot in preparation for a meet. He tripped mid-sprint and slid like he was trying to steal 2nd base, much like the kid does in this video. The entire track team turned when we heard this *Zzzzzzzzz* noise as his torso slid across the asphalt, shredding the new jacket (he was a big guy).