So in the fourth game, the opponent's leadoff loses one off his hand and whiffs the headpin to the right.  He comes back and says, "My hand was sweatier than a whore in church, and I couldn't put it in as far as I wanted."  I was getting ready to throw a shot, and I had to step back because I was laughing so hard.

How about this: nervous as a whore in church. A friend of mine told me that one before and i damn near died laughing.