Ryan: Dammit Nick, there's no more thin-crust left. You wouldn't know anything about that would ya?
Me, with the last piece of thin crust in my hand: No sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about.
Ryan: Well now I'm gonna have to kick the crap out of ya.
Me: Well okay, I guess I'll have to put something in the paper that says your the worst player on the team.
Ryan: Okay, fair enough. I won't kick your ass then, I'll just punch you once instead.
So that's how I ended up walking out of the arena tonight with a soon-to-be-bruise on my left shoulder but the last piece of thin-crust pepperoni in my right hand. It was a good trade-off I think. Ryan's not that tough, even if his punch does leave a bruise.