In That Moment, You Feel Like An Ass
So I'm playing basketball today. Three on three. Everyone but me is under 20. They wander off after the last game to lift weights. Why the hell does anyone want to lift weights? Why not just step outside and take an ass whupping from some big thug. It's about as entertaining. Anyway, a big guy (6'3", 255) with whom I play regularly and a young kid (maybe 18) come in and the big guy says, "Wanna play 21?"
"Sure."
The young kid is very uncoordinated. Doesn't know how to play well. I kind of ignore him and focus on the big guy. Kid misses several shots badly. Big guy is up four points. I decide to pressure the kid. Steal the ball. Catch up with big guy and let the kid shoot freely for a while. Suddenly the kid hits three three-pointers in a row off the glass. I turn to big guy and say, "If he gets to 10, I'm going to guard him."
Big guy gives me a look and says, "I'm not!"
Kid says (in his best "I am Sam" voice), "How come you gun gaad me?"
Yes, he was mentally challenged. I stole the ball from a retarded kid and threatened to guard him on the perimeter. I guess big guy thought I knew. I never took the time to clear things up. I probably should have.
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