Breathing my Mind into Your Face

Just got done playing some pickup hoops at the semi-mega church. Felt good to sweat and get the competitive juices flowing. I got into it in the last game with this round mound of rebound looking dude who didn’t take kindly to my hustle. My man had about forty pounds on me and was rotund. Early in the game he drove to the hoop and was affronted that I stood my ground. His opinion was that I bodied him too hard. Solid defense and excessive whining on Barkley if you ask me. The next time he had an opportunity to take it to the hoop he lowered the boom on me Jerome Bettis style. I went flailing about 30 yards across the court and called a charge. They tried to say you couldn’t call charges in pickup ball. Fuck that, I called the charge and we took the ball. That was a flagrant. Chuck told me that was my comeuppance for the excessive defense earlier in the game. I said, “I’m sorry man, I didn’t realize you were so sensitive. I’ll be more gentle with you in the future.” Some other big talker said, “man you’ve only been here three times and you already getting a reputation.” I digested this commentary with no retort. I love it though. I want to be that nuisance that’s flying around the ball and the boards, outworking your ass. Yeah I’m wearing tennis shoes, multi-colored Bombas socks and some short ass shorts. Come at me!