Momentarily Depressed Baller

Basketball, a sport I love to play. But, it's not been quite the same lately. I'm a competitor. I really need to win. But my current adult league team is so shitty that it's eroding my competitive bones into dust. Then blowing them away, like the young kid who crossed me over last night. Almost resigned to lose when we step on the court. I tell myself I still have fun, getting the sweat on, draining an open J, driving the lane, but somehow it's just not the same. I play better angry. And I just can't mad when we lay down. I had more fun playing AJ mano y mano el otro dia. Brought me back a bit. Friends, yet briefly enemies. The worst thing is to drop a sick pass to a teammate diving the lane who repeatedly fumbles it to the floor. Worse yet is to make that cut yourself, raising your hand, opening your eyes with anticipation, only to have the guy crank up brick that misses so bad you're out of position to capture the carrum.

I'll keep playing. Next time, I'm going to be angry.