There was also some bone-head muscled up idiot (mini mullet and a tank top with a dumbbell on it) in one of the courts that was throwing up brick after brick. I'm serious, he was chunking the basketball like it was a shot put. I was expecting the backboard to shatter at any moment. It took all I had not to yell down at the guy "ease up buddy...it's not how hard you throw the ball, it's all in your wrist!". I am not kidding when I say, that in the entire 32 laps I made around that track, I did not see him make one basket. The guy gets an A+ for persistency though.
I decided 4 miles was all could handle on this track. I was starting to feel like a hamster, and suppressing my inner basketball coach was taking a toll on me. It was time to go swim.
On my way to the pool I had to pass the door to the basketball courts, and I couldn't resist going in. There was a ball up against the wall, so I picked it up and sunk a 3 point baseline shot for the muscle man. Amazing what a little arc and follow through will do. Muscle man didn't say anything, but I did get a "damn baby...you wanna come play with us?" from the other court.
Unsure how I would fare playing amongst a group of 6+ foot guys with the skillz of Kobe, I declined. I may look into when the midget pick-up games are and go back.
Ran 4, Swam 1