The question "wanna join our basketball team on monday nights?" should never be asked to me when I am a few brews deep and lacking the need for an interesting social life.
For the past six weeks, I have spent my Monday nights playing a sport that I have no business playing, watching, or having any remote interest in. Remember the time I thought Larry Bird still played for the Celtics?
My basketball career started and ended in the 7th grade, and since then the only shots I have taken have been from a 1oz glass.
Over all, it was a good experience that I will never repeat. Kind of like bungee jumping, only scarier. After every game I got my pep talks "Well, your defense is getting pretty good...".
Oh, you mean how I compared blocking that chick to chasing around a gerbil.
Do gerbils need to be chased?
On our last game, we were down to the final minute, and being crushed by nearly 25 points. "Ok Kim, you can go in now, and we want you to take the last shot"
I have felt mentally challenged plenty times before in my life, but this was for sure top three...5 seconds left, BALLS UP!... and she misses.
Not. even. close.
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