At recess, a kid named Jay came up and asked if I play basketball. I panicked and said yes. I meant to say, “No, but I have dreams.” Too late. Someone passed me the ball, but I didn’t even move. It bounced off my foot. Then it bounced off a bench. Then it bounced right off the basketball court and into a puddle.
Everyone stared like I had just insulted the game of basketball itself.
Jay didn’t laugh. He just said, “You’ll get better. Come back tomorrow.”
I think that means we are friends now.
Or that he is my new basketball coach.
Either way, I am in trouble.
