I Was the Team Joke

After a few practice drills, it was clear I was no longer the fastest and strongest guy on the court.
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I paused and grinned. "Actually, straight A's."

"Loser," Scott groaned, rolling his eyes toward the sky.

"We'll see about that," I said as I bounced the basketball over to him. "How about a little one–on–one?"

"You're on, Little Cas," he said, trying to rattle me with my new nickname. But his strategy didn't work. I wasn't 6 feet tall, but I still had some smooth moves. I bobbed to the right, faked Scott out, weaved to my left, drove to the basket, and jumped up for the shot. Swish.

Little Cas: two. Scott: zip. Even for a short guy, things were looking up.

*name has been changed

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