Take it outside, fellas

So for the past few weeks we've moved the regular midweek run outside- our version of the Rodeo road trip (it's really IM indoor soccer that's moving us). Well, we moved the game to courts right next to the freshman dorms. While this is good because there are dudes around to pick-up (the midweek run is usually a couple of regular guys short of a full game), the downside is that these guys typically are idiot freshmen (no kidding).

Yesterday, the difference between "gym guys" and "outdoor guys" (or perhaps, more accurately, between freshmen and old dudes like us) was made clear. We needed three more to run, so we picked-up three buddies. Let's just say these guys were a little too eager to go skins- it must have had something to do with their fake-n-bake "tans." The games themselves were pretty awful- there was no D by anybody really, and we (the old guys) couldn't make a damn layup to save our lives. It was hot. It was ugly. But above all, the worst thing was getting your arm scraped by something as you posted up or set a screen. What the hell was that? you think for a second. Then you realize: you just got a dose of chest hair stubble. Nasty. Freshmen tools.

Racist Hoops. Ugh.

He was there again today, the F.B.W.A, Frat Boy With Attitude. I saw him shooting alone and left the gym.

"That's it, I'm not playing today," I said to myself.

I rode the stationary bike for four minutes. Completely boring. Went back to the gym and they were forming teams. I made sure I wasn't on the F.B.W.A's team.

We smoked them. He demoralizes his teams by screaming at them.

The ugliest part of his ,though: His core belief that Asians can't play ball. Every time one of the two Asian guys on my team scored, he would say something like, "You've got to be joking."

After one Asian dude lit him up for 10 points, he screamed, "Seriously?!"

"Seriously," I said to him.

I can't believe I hooped it up with a KKK member in Berkeley.