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Slammin’ Jammin’

The game was not a game but an all and out war between two fierce rivals. They were not players out on the court but warriors testing each other’s strength and durability. Basketball is not a game for the weak, but who could out-muscle and score against the other one. This battle was going to prove who was the strongest and most skillful.

Each contestant looked into the eyes of the other and stared the other down. This game was about to begin. After the opening tip off, McMurphy was awarded possession of the ball due to his jumping skills and intimidation tactics. He gathered the ball in and started to dribble toward his basket; not just “the basket” but “his basket.” He owned it just like he owned everybody else on the court. As he stared down his opponent, he moved toward the basket in a swaggering manner, jumped up high in the air, and slammed the ball through the hoop.

The mountains shook and the sky turned black as the ball went through the basket. “Ah-h-h-h-h-h, I got you sucker, yelled McMurphy. “Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha,” he laughed as he dunked the ball right over his opponent.

As the smoke cleared, he was still hanging onto the rim. His opponent got scared as she started crying and ran into the house to tell her mother. Her mother followed her out onto the court and started scolding him. “Shame on you, McMurphy. You scared my little girl half to death. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? You’re three feet taller than she is. No wonder you could dunk on her, you bad man. Just because you play center for the New York Knicks, doesn’t mean you can go on intimidating my poor little Suzy. You tell her that you’re sorry.” So he apologized. “P-p-please don’t tell the other guys on the team, Mrs. Jones. They will start laughing at me. Please?” “O.K, I won’t, if you promise not to do it again. Dunking over little girls is easy. Anybody can do that. Go pick on somebody your own height and age.”

As McMurphy drove home in his Lamborghini that day, he was still cursing out that little girl’s mother and gloating over what he did to her poor little Suzy.

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