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Bindy, not just her name

Well, it was that time of year again the start of football season at the local junior collage. As usual I bought my season tickets the same as I do every year. Little did I know that buying those Panther tickets was going to be the best investment I ever made. The team wasn't doing very well this year losing almost twice as mini games as they had won. So as the season drew on I started to getting bored with watching our team getting there butts kicked all the time, So I spent most of my time checking out the Cheerleader's. There was one girl on the squad that I had became extremely fond of watching. After a couple games of watching and fantasising about her I finally got up the nerve to start a conversation. I learned her name was Bindy. Bindy I thought to my self is this her real name or nickname someone gives to her describing how flexible she was. In the back of my mind I was hoping I would find out. As the season dragged on She would spend more and more of her time talking to me. Let's face it there wasn't much to cheer about. On the last game of the season I brought my laptop to the game so I could enter the teams final stats in to it. I had finished entering the team's information about twelve minutes in to the first quarter and as usual the Panther's were getting their butts handed to them. Having no interest in the game I started playing Rebel Strip Poker. As I played Bindy watched and appeared to become very interested in what I was doing. Eventually she asks me if I would teach her how to play. Hearing this I thought to my self "this is it" you lucky dog now is your chance to find out what was up with her name. After taking a couple minutes to conceive a decent plan, I told her I would be more then happy to teach her to play poker but it would be better to show her with a deck of cards. Instead of making it more complicated trying to show her on the computer. So if she wanted to learn how to play she should follow me to my place after the game. Well, to make a long story short I found out that Bindy was just a nickname, and the girl was the worst poker player I had ever met.