I was just off to the side, watching, while he played basketball.
He had great moves and great teamwork.
Multiple times he out-smarted the other team, with his fakes or passes.
However, any time he went to shoot, he missed.
He never sank a single basket, yet he had the best moves on the court out of either team.
For the most part, all I did was watch. I think part of me wanted to play, but I was stationary. I didn't even cheer or participate at all. I just watched indifferently.
The only part where I was truly involved, was when there was a rogue ball.
It might've been from another person or team on the other courts, or from us - hard to say.
I just know I was going after it, and every time I go close to catching it, it took an unexpected turn.
It would hit a wall, and in my chase I would calculate which way it would angle after it hit, and every single time I was wrong and would lose distance to it again.
Anyone else who actually noticed my plight just watched with indifference and didn't even bother to stop or grab the ball.
The best part, is in real life, Mike hates basketball with a passion. I am almost 100% certain it is his least favourite sport.
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