>What's the weirdest sideline behavior you've seen at the gym?

I think I actually started that discussion chain after we played when I brought up how Drake's real name is Aubrey, and it somehow ended up with my boy (I was best man at his wedding) and another cat arguing about how Lady GaGa came about. I just shot them a look like "DUDE".

Anyway, I got lit up by a goddamn middle schooler at this run a few weeks ago.

So this is a pretty good run in general, down at a school in my hometown and I try to get out every other week or so (Saturday mornings can be mighty early especially if you have to drive 20 minutes). Also, you know you're getting older when you play at a school and one of the dudes you play with opens up the courts cause he works there. It's mostly older dudes and all pretty skilled, not too much of the park pick up game silliness, and I can definitely appreciate a game that goes to 50 on 2s and 3s and actually runs smoothly these days.

There's a kid though that comes with his dad sometimes, and just bikes over by himself sometimes. I end up checking him a lot, cause we're close to the same height, and I'm still relatively agile and been a good defensive player. He's a real good outside shooter, but I usually do a good job chasing him off his spot and making life tough in general. This one week though, none of that was working on him, he's straight up pulling up from deep, pump faking me and drilling it after I fly by, pulling up in the lane, I don't know what I can do. Finally we finish and he bikes back home, I'm having a drink and shooting the shit and I'm like:

ME: How old do you think T is? High school?
My boy: I think so.
Other cat: Actually I think he might be in middle school still.

And I just do the math in my head... alright its 2014, and if he could be in middle school, that's like 13 or 14... which would put him born in the 2000s... FUCK!