It was brutal. Rec league for guys under six feet. Ball-hogging little guards with egos bigger than Wilt.
Game’s bleeding to an end. The foul-fest has us playing four on three. We have them outnumbered, we’re gonna lose.
I’d give anything to be on the bench at the end of this slaughter. One more foul and I’m out. Screw the ball, I dive going for an opponent’s body. He slams to the floor. I dance, giddy, waiting for the blessed whistle.
Ref back-peddles by me laughing, “Nice try buddy. You’re in ‘til it's over.”
I stayed, we lost.
I love the game "bleeding to an end." Good light-hearted twist at the end. Assuming your opponent was okay, of course.
ReplyDeleteI think I was in that game too.
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