Yesterday I played basketball. Like many other Sundays. Nothing significant or even weird (for a girl), though I am usually the only female in the auditorium and on the court in that two (2) hour period. What was different this time though was that;
- Only three other persons from our normal eight person team showed up
- We had to play with members from another team to make up numbers
- I have never played with any of those ‘new’ guys before
I am not good at shooting hoops. In fact my first foray into basketball was about three(3) months ago when I joined the guys because I needed to stop wasting my Sunday mornings watching ‘Netflix and Chilling‘ in bed. My height is an advantage for me, I can catch rebounds and high balls – but I am by no means Shaquille O’Neal. So over time, my team trusted me enough to want me on their team, though I am slower than they are.
So, this Sunday morning we were led by a different informal team captain. One I have never played with, and based on further comments thought I was much younger than I actually am (not sure this is important).
While playing with this almost new team, I noticed something. This guy would almost never pass me the ball, no matter how ‘free’ I was. The guys on my old team would use me like any other member, giving me the opportunity whenever it arose. This new guy, no. We played like that for a long time, with him trying to dribble all the way down half court and shooting on his own if his only
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