StoryTelling | Humor | Basketball

Foul Shots at 3 am. In My Underwear.

“Coach said we had to practice foul shots”

Allow me to set the scene for you:

In Jr. High our church played in a city wide basketball league.

To give you a hint at the quality of our team, I was the center.

I’m 5–10 on a good day…

One morning at breakfast

One morning at breakfast my Dad told this story:

“About 3 am I heard some noises out front. I looked through the living room windows and there was someone in our driveway.

So I got my gun and went to investigate.

Turns out it was you son. You were playing basketball in the driveway in your underwear. You were shooting foul shots.

When I asked you what was going on, you said:

‘Coach said we had to practice foul shots.’

And you were making every one of them.

After about 5 minutes more of us talking and you shooting foul shots, you let the ball dribble onto the lawn and you went back to bed.”

My Dad was a big time practical joker and story teller (maker-upper), so I said:

“No way! You’re making this up!!”

Dad: “Go check your bed.”

Sure enough, the foot of my bed, under the covers, was wet with dew, with obvious grass stains and pieces of grass.

And of course, all these years later, I still have no memory of this, except for my Dad’s story…

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