Bumping this because I got another one.
So I was playing 21 alone, right? Just chilling. I decided that I was gonna go to the Cages, y'know, go on a lil streak.
I get on with some randoms (who actually turned out to be really good), and we just started winning left and right. The PG was dunking on everyone, the SG was feeding me the ball every five seconds, and I was greening everything. Literally. I didn't miss unless someone jumped off a trampoline and blocked it.
After a while, we're on a 4/5 game streak. We're chilling, vibing, winning. And then some 96 overall guard pulls up with two 90-something overall big men. And I'm just like...wtf. You pulled up on a 91, a 90 (I think), and an 83? None of which are big (except I guess me, but is a SF even a big?) men? Yeah, you're trying too hard.
So the game starts, and we both start off bad. I'm taking hella shots that keep getting ghost contests and blocks, my teammate keeps driving and getting pushed around, and the other teammate is...MIA, basically. The other team is essentially doing the same thing. So we're trading back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
And then, things start getting tight. I have Takeover, but my teammate decides he's gonna take it himself. This is the 83 PG, by the way. He gets shoved, loses the ball. The score is like 20-19, them. They get down the court, but I make a clutch defensive stop. We get the ball, I pass it to the PG who was wide open...and he fucked it up. He got shoved again, lost the ball again, and this time, I couldn't save them. We lost 22-19, and our streak was ended.
Now, during this game, the guard on the other team hopped on the mic, and was just talking shit to everyone. Me, my teammates, and even his own teammates. He kept calling me a "crack rock" (because I was wearing an all white outfit), cursing out everyone, the whole nine.
I used my everlasting willpower to hold in any animosity towards him, and at the end of a hard fought battle, I said, and I quote: "Aye gg's, man."
And his response? "GG's, bruh."