Boyish Humour

The night was overcast on Friday, with the full moon coming in and out of clouds. Earlier, before leaving my house, I had checked the weather and there was no call for rain, but I have never really trusted the weather man. I decided to go, at least to do a bit of shooting.

Having the court all to myself, I practiced my shot, dribbling, and sprints with the ball. After about an hour, I started getting ready to call it a night, but as I was packing my ball I saw three guys with a motorbike roll in. I paused, trying to subtly sense their vibe without staring. I tried to see if I knew any of them: one was tall and skinny and the motorbike was his. The second was also fairly skinny, but with a bigger build on the top, wearing a hat. And the third was shorter, with dark curly hair. I confirmed that I didn’t recognize any of their faces and slowly pulled my ball back from out of my bag. The thought of playing a game of 2-on-2 was too much for me, especially with new ballers.