Inca Kola...when 2 liters just isn't enough...
My pal David:
So I started playing basketball with some of my students about 2 weeks ago. It was surprising how excited they were to have me out there. It was depressing to think that I'm 10 years older than them though!
On Tuesday they were doing some drill races in their PE class and the coach asked me to join them. So, of course being a high school kid, you want to race your teacher who hasn't picked up a basketball in probably 9 months. The school's best player, of course, wanted to test me. So we faced off.
The first drill was based on dribbling speed. Damn. I haven't dribbled a ball in forever, let along sprinted anyway. It was neck and neck, but he pulled away at the end and clipped me by a second or so. Instead of being domoralized, I started to talk a little trash about the next drill, which now included layups.
I got out there, and now with a little muscle remember under my belt from the up and back dribbling, my skills were a little sharper. We went back and forth, up and down the court 4 times and I just barely edged him out to win. We were now tied and the students were starting to get into the competition.
The student complained that I bumped him while shooting the last layup, which was true, but come on, this is basketball not golf. So the tie breaking match was set. Not to be outdone by his old teacher, my student knocked the ball away from me on my first layup. The students booed him for his obvious cheating, but I didn't give up. I ran and got my ball, made the layup and raced back to make the basket right before he did.
Victory.
Now I need a gatorade...
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