There Goes My Ego

I've been having an itch to do something active and healthy lately, and more recently, an itch to play some basketball.

So yesterday I went to my sisters house and shot some hoops with my two nieces. This was the first time in about four years that I've shot a basket, and I couldn't remember my shooting style. I was shooting HORRIBLY while trying to get a feel for the ball. Whenever I shot it felt unnatural and very awkward...much like myself. It didn't help that the balls and board were too small.... much unlike myself......cough.

Eventually I shoot the ball, and it just flows, everything feels right, and the ball easily goes in. I do it again, and another three pointer is in the books. I finally get on a roll, making shots everywhere, even rebounded a miss and dunked it, which hurt my hand, but it was cool damnit.

I'm feeling all good about myself now. I rule. Then my sister's son in law gets home from school. Now he is barely as tall as my waist, but he's a natural in every sport I've seen him play. But I was on a roll, I could do better than him. He grabs a ball, stands out in the road, hurls it with one arm, and swishes. And again. Wtf. I feel my manhood fall off and run down the road. About the time when he made the fourth one is when my ego dribbled out of my ass and hid in the gutter.

So I went inside....But not before dunking the ball. That showed him.