Well this shouldn't necessarily surprise many of you, I mean when you look at the fact that this is the same women who claimed she was under intense gunfire, in a dead sprint for her life in Bosnia, when by fire she really meant, being courted by the local girl scouts. Anyways, Hillary's tall tales continue to pile on, and this time she just crosses the line all together. Clinton wowed media members by recalling the magical run made by the University of Arkansas Razorbacks basketball team which ended with them winning the 1994 NCAA championship
Well this shouldn't necessarily surprise many of you, I mean when you look at the fact that this is the same women who claimed she was under intense gunfire, in a dead sprint for her life in Bosnia, when by fire she really meant, being courted by the local girl scouts. Anyways, Hillary's tall tales continue to pile on, and this time she just crosses the line all together. Clinton wowed media members by recalling the magical run made by the University of Arkansas Razorbacks basketball team which ended with them winning the 1994 NCAA championship, a run that --up to know was unknown to us common folk-- was orchestrated by none other then, surprise, surprise Hillary Clinton. It should be noted that Clinton is really running with this story of athletic flawlessness, going as far as referencing her godlike performance during a speech just the other day in which she claimed that its those very memories from the Spring of '94 that keep her going strong in battles much like the one she is currently losing.
And those memories of her --whoops, I mean her teams-- magical '94 big dance reign of supremacy, one in which she averaged a league high 38 points, 12 rebounds and 10 assists, numbers which subsequently were good enough to get her named the tournament’s Most Outstanding Player are the fuel getting her through this long dark haul of a race.
The always stoic Hillary Clinton held nothing back when recanting her tale of fame and glory during a Q & A with reporters which followed the speech in which she unveiled her vital role in Arkansas's amazing run which ended up with them being crowned NCAA Division I Basketball Champions:
"The mid-90s were a tough time for Arkansas with Bill and I off to the White House," said Clinton. "We felt the hard-working men and women there needed something to uplift them. Bill was wrapped up in various things, so it was left to me to go down there and win them a championship. And I did."
This is when the always shifty Clinton --god knows those trying to defend her cutting to the hoop knows this better then anyone-- decided to take this athletic feat, and make it political, and boy did she ever. Hillary, or as her teammates called her "King of the Hill", claimed that her championship illustrates a big difference between herself and her opponent, Senator Barack "Gutter Ball" Obama:
"He likes to talk about how he is a basketball player, how he was a sixth man in high school, how he still plays pick-up games," said Clinton. "But he never led a team to a national championship. I have. I have years of experience playing basketball. He has one left-hand dribble."
BOO YA! What do you got to say to that Obama? I'll tell ya what you have to say, A Whole Lot of Nothing, so move aside sissy boy and let the real heroes do their job. This however was just the begging of Hillary's prolific tale of greatness, while trying to remain humble --what she does best, obviously-- reporters remained dead set on hearing the full story, and the full story is just what they got:
"We had Corliss Williamson, Scotty Thurman – good players," said Clinton. "But we were going up against Duke, a powerhouse. We didn’t have a chance without me bringing my A-game. But you all know I never duck from a fight."
Clinton then recalled a detrimental series of plays in the second half that allowed the Razorbacks to pull away for good, officially signing their names into the sports history books:
"Cherokee Parks got the ball down low in the post and had great position on Corliss," she said. "He had an easy lay-up to tie the game. But I came flying in and just swatted that sh-t out out of there. Just jumped up, ripped the ball out of the air and came down with it. I had to have been two feet above the rim. At least. Maybe more. I remember almost catching my chin on the top of the backboard. Then I pushed it up court, went behind my back to get past Chris Collins at mid court, and then just f—king dunked right on Grant Hill’s head. Just right on his motherf—king head. I mean, I tea bagged the kid. I remember hanging on the rim screaming and my balls were dangling on his head. And that was pretty much the game right there. We were national champions."
Lord almighty, now that I think about it, I actually remember this all happening, my god, Hillary was the hero of that magical '94 Razorback squad. Unfortunately though its was at this point that a reporter (obviously with pro Barack bias, I mean because every reporter has a pro Barack bias right?) annoyingly pointed out that there is absolutely no record of Clinton on the 1994 Razorbacks basketball team, i fact at the the time of Arkansas's victory Hillary was in her late 40's. A visually shook Clinton quickly replied in true Clinton fashion, that she may have remembered incorrectly:
"Well, that’s what I recall happening," she said. "But, who knows. It was many years ago. I may be wrong. Perhaps I just watched the game on TV at the White House. But let’s not get off the main point here: Barack Obama hates white people. White people and America. White people, America and Christians."
Which in all fairness, could happen to anyone of us, I mean hell, just the other day I was telling a attractive female whom lives down the hall from myself that I was in fact the Prince of Wales. When she replied that she was both born and raised in England, and that I was most certainly not the prince, I simply shrugged it off and replied "whatever, simple mistake, I'm human", which drew a nervous smile from the dame, followed by a dash to her apartment in which I distinctly heard a series of what sounded like deadbolts, to latch one after another. Anyways no biggie, I know she'll call, I mean it was simply how I remembered it.