Yesterday evening, in a game of one-on-one hoops, I lost miserably.
I played my eight-year-old cousin, Kevin, who maybe reaches my belly button in height. After whomping me for about 5 minutes, Kevin drove in for a layup as I panted and heaved myself to catch up. As he threw the ball against the backboard, he yelled,
“YOU’RE GOIN’ DOWN, LITTLE GIRL!”
He beat me 5-1.