The Dual for Supremacy (in basketball and other sports)

The last time my dad and I played a game of one-on-one basketball I won, and just about everyone in town heard about it. I even heard he received some hazing from the secretaries at Penn Valley (my old school, and Zach's current school.) He had sworn that he would beat me the next time around, and I simply couldn't wait, but I think he could. He was never fully ready to take on the task of his 14-year-old son due to some weird injury, I might even go so far as to say I think he faked the knee operation he had last year to avoid certain doom. After his trip up Kilamanjaro he said he felt great and with all that uphill walking, he could definitely jump higher (in his mind.)

So two days ago on a fateful Saturday in January, with a slight over cast, the battle began. We got out of the car and walked the way to the courts of a small school nearby, to our dismay the "good" courts had cars parked all over them. So we walked to the back courts, and for those of you who don't know, the rim on most basketball hoops is either straight, or slightly sagging because of people dunking and hanging on them. On these courts however, the rims were pointed at about 10 degrees upward, something that neither my dad nor I had seen in our combined experiences. On top of that there were slippery water and mud splotches which effectively eliminated using a good part of the court. Either way they were all the courts we had and we had to make due. We started and I was up 4-0 in the first game and he came back to make it 5-4 dad, then up to 8-5 me, and finally a finish at 11-7 me. The next game was a little closer, again I came out strong 3-0, but then dad tied it up at 3-3. From there it was neck and neck but I would like to point out that at about 5-5 my dad had a good move under the basket and what looked like an easy bucket until he was thoroughly disgraced being blocked by someone who is 3 inches shorter a.k.a me. Dad actually got a win in game three but by four he was tired and I won in dramatic fashion with an uncontested jumpshot and the words "the finisher" as I put up the shot. Meanwhile I think that our shortage of breath had not been due to the hour of basketball we had played, but the amount of smack we spoke, and this is pretty much just the continuation. There was not a single moment that we were not playing basketball, talking trash, or multi-tasking and doing both at the same time.

-If u haven't guessed...  Sam