Lugging a giant bubble ball about a quarter of my weight on my shoulder, I scurried across the field while dribbling a soccer ball. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my opponent, Jason, darting towards me.
The 30-year-old New Yorker was given a slim chance of recovery. But this past Thursday night at Chelsea Piers, Chloe Temtchine was back onstage, a portable oxygen tent by her side and a thin breathing tube in her nose.
With enough schooling, who's to say that dudes such as myself can't learn to channel our inner Tom Jones and use that mojo to turn otherwise sane women into panty-flinging hysterics? I went to the source.