Why you always Reminiscing?

A day at Ryan Buhner Park

I think It was the summer in between Jr. High and High School. My friend Scott and I were down at the Ryan Buhner park (in Winterwood) spending time like we usually did playing basketball. We must have been really bored because we had stopped playing regular basketball and were creating our own game. In this game I had climbed up the fence at the end of the court, onto the hoop supports and was standing behind the backboard. It was a pretty simple game, Scott would try to shoot a basket, and I would easily block it. Appearently this was not a very fun game for Scott. He was getting more and more frusterated as he shot again and agian in vain trying to score. Meanwhile, I was having a great time, laughing at his feeble attempts to score at my basket. After what must have been about 15 minutes I was too tiered to laugh and Scott had decided that he would change the game from shooting at the basket to slinging the ball at my head. With this new rule change I decided that the game wasn't very fun anymore, being that I was standing on a narrow beam 10 feet in the air. So, I decided that I would climb down from atop of the hoop. I was trying to convey to Scott that the game was over and we should do something else, but he had other ideas. After I started climbing down the fence, Scott ran around the fence to near where I would be getting down. Thinking that Scott would stop hurling the ball at me once I was on the ground, I jumped from about the middle of the fence to the ground. When I landed, I was facing the fence and croughing down from the weight of the fall and as I turned and stood to see where Scott was all I saw was Scott loading up like he was throwing a long bomb (even though he was only standing about 6 feet away) and heaving the basketball directly at my mug. Now you have to realize all this happened in less than a few seconds, so I didn't have any time to react. The ball hit me square in the face and I fell backward against the fence onto my butt. When I realize what happened I yelled "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!?!?" at Scott. I had no idea what he was thinking. He looked at me and yelled back "YOU DESERVED IT!!!" and then turned and started walking home. I sat there for a few minutes think about what just happened (dazed and confused), and then went home. A few days later (maybe two or three) we made up and started hanging out again. Scott told me later that he had thought I might run after him to fight him, in which case he would have given me a round-house to the gut as I was running up on him. Since that time we have had many good laughs about this incident and the famous words "YOU DESERVED IT" have been quoted many time whenever something unexpected happened to either one of us.
DAVE

posted by Dave @ 3:35 PM