The ball went neatly through the hoop with a slight swish.
Yeah, bro! Good on ya.
I caught it and threw it to him. My brother.
Its amazing how he's grown so much. From the tiny tot whom I used to play wrestle with to a full grown man (and yes, he is a MAN even though he's not even allowed to vote yet) capable of wrestling me to the ground and pinning me flat out, weighing a full 7kgs heavier than me but then, he's still my little brother. We talk alike, we sing alike, heck, prior to me shearing his hair, the parents and the sisters had trouble telling the two of us apart.
"From the three point line, he shoots, he.....DAMN."
The ball ricochets off the hoop, bounces off the backboard and I go flying after it. I'm not usually a basketball person. Back in the day, which would be about a good 10 years or so now, I used to be a basketball person. I used to play quite religiously every afternoon in the blistering afternoon sun with my friends. I used to be a nice charcoal tanned person until I came over to NZ and now, I'm just a measly pale, really.
I charge towards the hoop, my brother blocking me. The kid has a ridiculous amount of arm span plus he's steady as a rock. I'd hate to play rugby against him. I'd be squashed like the proverbial bug.
Bounce, bounce
And with a gentle push, the ball creeps into the basket.
What's your technique for shooting, man? I notice that you look at the hoop and then you look away before you shoot.
"Yeah, I'm not too sure, really. I find that it works for me."
Hm...what I usually do is I look at the hoop for a few seconds while dribbling to get an idea of how much force I need to use to shoot. I believe that the body has its own targeting system and you've gotta let the body do its own thing before you fire.
"Oh okay."
Thud, thud, thud, thud, swish.
The brother does a beautiful layup with a 360 degree twist. Damn, he's pretty good. If not for his crap endurance levels, I wouldn't stand a chance against him.
"Ko, I think its nice that you are giving M a chance and that you're going to give this relationship a go." He dribbled for a bit and then paused to land a shot.
Yeah. Especially because we've never had a chance at a real relationship, I think its about time that instead of doing this long distance all over again, we give it a go in person. Together.
Catching the ball as it drops through the net, I slow walked/bounced it out.
You know, Niel, I really hope that one day, when you date someone, it will be agreeable to everyone and to everything. Don't get into a relationship like mine. It will save you a lot of heartache and I really want you to be happy. Take your time, honestly. Don't rush into it. And for goodness sakes, make sure its someone that isn't long distance. There are pros and cons about a long distance relationship but to make things simple, a non LDR one is way easier to maintain. And cheaper. Trust me. You've seen my finances.
"That's true."
Its amazing how much we can talk on the courts. We probably spend a lot of time joking around but sometimes when it comes down to quiet moments on the basketball court, in between passes and shots and lay-ups, I tell him my life stories and he tells me his.
Come on, dude. A few more hoops and then we'll need to head back.
"Yup." Thud, thud. "He shoots....He SCORES! Yeah boy!"
And the ball swishes silently through the hoop.
Damn, I'm gonna miss him when I leave.
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