Hmm, the story. The story, the story, the story. Well. I’m hungry, I think I’ll just go grab a yogurt and keep you guys waiting for me to finish – nahh. I ate all the good yogurts. So I guess I’m stuck with you.

My name took intense thinking about, thousands of possibilities – blueyedwonder? Nahh, I have hazel eyes. YodaOnCrack? If my parents see that.. hmm. Someday_93? Proud 1994er. meh.

So I thought about my athletic life. Soccer, softball, and such. [soccer position = striker. softball = catcher.]

One Second? minute?
One Time?
One Chance?
One Shot? Not basketball.
One Ball? eh.
Ready On Time? LAME .
Slide On Home? No soccer.
Kit it [mix of hit/kick]? Lame.
Bound For Greatness? conceided much?

One Second, One Time? Doesn’t flow.
One Shot, One Second? Too many s’s.
One Chance, One Time? Doesn’t sound quite right.
One Time, One Chance? Yeah..

Then I thought – it applies other places too,
One Time, One Chance = to get that guy/girl, to win the game, to mess up, to redeem yourself.