There's nothing quite like playing some drunken basketball at a dark court late on a Saturday night. It started as these things usually do; Newjen and B were talking smack back and forth about...well, it's not really important. Either way, it ended in a challenge. One on one, 1s and 3s to give Newjen a fighting chance since he couldn't drive to the hole on a midget paraplegic team. For some reason, Dave and Moody decided that we were rappers that weekend and had come back with several 40s which made everyone gung ho to see this particular game come to fruition. After we instigated several more taunts, they were both ready to go.

Twenty minutes later, we were all standing on a darkened court ready to watch this battle of the mouths. As you'd expect, after all the words exchanged, the actual game was a let down. Tony never had a chance since he couldn't hit a shot to save his life. The final score was a B victory of 958 to 3...or something like that. I may have exaggerated, but it seemed that bad. Either way, since we were all there, we decided to have a 2 on 2 match up; it should have been 3 on 3 but Moody and Dave both declined due to poor ability or something. The teams ended up being B and Newjen against Uriel and myself. Uriel and I came out a bit rusty; we had the height but really couldn't effectively guard either of those guys in the light, let alone on a darkened shadowy court. In the middle of the first game, B had to take a break due to cramps, I'm guessing it was that time of the month. I was tempted to make a Vince Carter joke, but I was sucking air; playing on a stomach full of Mickey's malt liquor is not recommended. Moody stepped in and claiming lack of skills and such, knocks down a 3 pointer bank which put them back up by one. This was the time B decides he's recovered and stepped back in. Dave and Moody decided they didn't need to see who won, so they took off before the final shot. Had Newjen been able to knock down a shot, any shot, they may have won it. Fortunately for Uriel and I, he was a damn loser.

We had one more game which had the exact same result; Newjen stinking it up and Uriel and I walking away with a victory. It was a nice flashback for me; Uriel and I were playing just like we used to at Rowland park with the inside/outside game. Uriel posts up and draws a double team, I knock down a 15 footer. Uriel posts up and doesn't draw a double team and takes his man to the hole. Either way, neither B nor Newjen had an answer for it and became progressively more frustrated. I believe several "Shit" and "Fuck" exclamations were spoken, or shouted. When all was said and done, Newjen came back to my place a total loser.

Usually Newjen will start making excuses about his back or some such nonsense, but this time the ass whuppin' was so complete and his lack of clutch so absent that he was just mad at himself. He decided to take off to the campsite where his youth group was staying to bring them propane or some other excuse. Moody heard this and mockingly declare,"Newjen! Where you going? You don't have to run away...if you need to have a good cry you can use the other room. We'll give you a half hour; you don't have to sit in your car and pout." Poor Tony. He had some choice words for Moody on his way out, but he vowed he'd be back again. I can't wait. Next time, I'll pass on the beer, though.