Some Would Rather Skip Class

I was so astonished about two hours ago that I find it imperative to write about it here. My friends and I were playing what we thought was a friendly pickup basketball game and we stumble across a few "big shots" who think flash is so much more important that sportsmanship. Actually, it wasn't even so much that. It was the fact that they thought this was the time and place to show they were tough. My friend is going up for a shot and gets absolutely pummeled. I call the foul for him, and one of the kids has the audacity to say "let the kid call it for himself." Maybe if he wasn't too busy falling to the ground, we would've called it. Call me crazy, but I think that trying to break your fall without serious injury should come first. Before that, we had been playing a full court game up to fifteen, but that got stopped short because some of these kids "didn't want to play anymore." That's funny, because just minutes later they were playing a half-court pickup game amongst themselves. I'll tell you what, I'll translate what that really meant. "We feel that we're too high of a caliber to continue playing this game, so we'll play our own." I wanted to finish that game and beat them so badly. The thing was they weren't all that good. We were tied 4-4. One of the kids looked at my friend and laughed, almost as if to say "This kid is guarding me, what a joke." Sure, there have been incidents like this before, but today everyone and everything stuck out like a sore thumb. Unfortunately, we have too many of the classless among us.