Tag: Magic Lederhosen

Dennis Schroder rummaged through his duffel bag, looking for the last bit of equipment he would need to face the Jazz. Where was it? Pushing aside various red-colored armbands, headbands, anklebands, and bodybands, he found what he was really looking for. The Magic Lederhosen, bestowed to him by none other than Detlef Schrempf himself. He…

Dennis Schröder was walking by himself towards the court when a voice behind him said coldly, “I know what you wearing underneath your jersey.” Turning around, Dennis saw Jusuf Nurkic standing in a shadowy corner of the corridor. “Yeah. My Under Armour,” he retorted, relieved to find that his voice didn’t waver from nervousness. “Real…

“Man, what the hell is that ugly-ass thing you’re holding?” Malcolm Delaney asked his fellow point guard, Dennis Schröder, pointing at the unknown brown garment which Dennis was about to put on. Malcolm’s incredulity stung a little bit, but Dennis knew the secret of the Magic Lederhosen, and his resolve did not sway. “It is…

Dennis Schröder put the earbuds in his ears, leaned back, and closed his eyes: his typical pregame relaxation ritual. His Hawks teammates knew not to disturb him unless absolutely necessary, for a meditative Dennis was a much better performer than a nervous Dennis. As German-language pop music flowed through his ears, Dennis relaxed fully, his…

The Hawks locker room wasn’t usually a place where people stared, but still, Dennis Schröder hesitated when he took his new garment out of his bag. He didn’t want anybody to notice what he had brought with him. Slipping the Magic Lederhosen on over his Under Armour, he tried to adjust the suspenders to the…

Dennis Schröder walked around in the darkness. “Where am I?” he asked of the void. His voice echoed weirdly off of unseen barriers, but he did not receive an answer, so he continued to walk. All of a sudden, a jovial voice issued out from behind him. “Guten tag, Dennis! Guten tag!” Dennis whipped around…