Ballers

There was a point in my life where I was a tenacious basketball player. And I don't say that to toot my own horn as much as I say that to point out the stark contrast in the Adrienne of yesteryear and the Adrienne of today. The Adrienne of today no longer has confidence in her hands when it comes to shooting a basketball. Her hands turn to butter and her arms turn to putty and the ball slips out at strange angles never quite in range of the hoop.
Fortunately for the Adrienne of today, lacrosse has maintained her defensive skills so that the Adrienne of today still enjoys a good game of ball as long as it is known that she is there for the love of defense, not for the love of shooting.

And it was on this notion that I agreed to play intramural basketball with some of the other coaches. When I found out that four of my fellow players had college basketball experience I felt confident that I could solely play defense and leave the offensive end up to the more experienced players.

This theory was working perfectly. We had played two games thus far and were blowing the other teams out of the water- until tonight.
Our four college basketball players couldn't come to the game. It was up to the remaining 5 of us to come together and make it happen.
First half we were down 22-14. As I had mentioned, my shot is not what it once was and I refrained from asking for the ball. I needed to step up. I needed to man up and shoot.

I tried. I missed. I tried again, I air balled. I tried again, I bricked. I tried again, I air balled. I tried again and a voice came from the crowd "If you can't shoot get off the court!"

I'm sorry sir, I do not have that luxury. All our subs had other commitments and its just the five of us and I can't shoot.

I still needed to shoot but now it was clear that my lack of confidence wasn't for reasons inside my head, but rather it was quite obvious to everyone that I sucked.
What's a girl to do? My team needed me but my ego needed me more.
So I turned it into a joke. I pretended I didn't care, I pretended that my shooting exploits were part of a grand comical scheme to make the audience laugh.
Did I miss again? Aren't I a hoot... Let's give a round of applause to the girl who doesn't care.

but I do care. So I kinda think I need to work on that...