Basketball Jokes Novels & Stories

He rolled his eyes. "Well he did got it." I chuckled. Joey sighed. "Are you dumb?" "Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb no ddaeme haru jongil-" "You're singing dumb song by a cake." "It's Red Velvet and you're annoying." "You're so talkative, I'm so going to drop you!" "Then drop me, I'm going to walk." "Why are you so hard?" "Hard like a rock." I pouted and he chuckled. "Why do you like basketball?" I asked.

"In your dreams." I know I'm going to lose because I've played basketball only a few times, and I'm not exactly tall, but it's fun to banter with him. He laughs, tossing me the ball. "Alright, Trouble. Let's begin." I catch it awkwardly before dribbling the ball, feeling a bit clumsy. You can do this, Zoe! Give it a shot. Encouraging myself, I run for the basket, trying to score. As expected, I miss the shot, and the ball bounces off the rim, but Sky still cheers for me.

The guys were surprisingly patient and encouraging, offering tips and support as we played. The match was intense and filled with laughter. I quickly realized that while they were competitive, the boys were also here to have a good time. We cheered each other on, celebrated every basket made (even mine, when I managed to score), and occasionally slipped into playful banter. I couldn't help but steal a glance at the scoreboard, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and disbelief. To my astonishment, the game was tied. It was a revelation that caught me off guard, as I had initially believed I was rather mediocre at basketball. However, here I was, almost single-handedly contributing to m

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I grimace as I pick myself up off the hardwood. Jagger and I are playing a pick-up game of basketball with Drew and Dalton. It's physical and brutal, but at the same time it's some of the most fun I ever have. I love to be able to get on the court, run, and not worry about whether I have to have an inhaler with me. "Don't be a pussy." Drew throws the words over his shoulder as he walks back to where the other guys are standing. I can hear the teasing in his tone, otherwise I probably would have taken offense to the words.

It didn't help that I was wearing heels either. "Let me tell you a joke," Conner says. We all looked at him as he motioned us to come closer. "Can a kangaroo jump higher than the Empire State Building?" He gives us a moment to think before he bursts out laughing. "Yes, because the Empire State Building can't jump!" Conner raised his hand in the air with less coordination, demanding that he get a high-five for his terrible dad joke. He got a few nudges and pushed instead. If I were sober, I would have gagged a little, but since I was drunk, I am beyond the point of caring and laughed for the sake of it.

I tell him with a shrug. He nods, feeding the tickets into the machine. We start, and I feel the familiar way the ball bounces off my palm. it had been so long. I recount a tale about one of the times I played the basketball with one of my friends, before I realized he was only there for the Vega name benefits. Hosea laughs at the joke I made years ago like it’s the funniest thing he had ever heard. And I end up winning. I like the sound of his laugh, the way his face looked when he was laughing.

He looks in my direction over the shoulders of his teammates, a warm smile on his face and can't help but smile back, happy for him… ____________ “I didn't know another sport apart from hockey could be this fun,” Zoe compliments as we walk out of the court, heading to the parking lot. The sarcasm in her voice is evident and for some reason, I feel guilty since she has been accompanying me to hockey games when Nathan and I were dating and…Jackson’s recent game. “Yeah, it's amazing.” I agree awkwardly since I’m not used to other sports. However, I agree with her. Even if I don't know that much about basketball. I enjoyed it, perhaps a little too much.

He whispered, brushing stray hair from my eyes. Do I? What am I even doing? Do I really just want to be touched badly that I'm fantasising about my friends? Lucas just came back for Christ sake! I stepped back and out of the moment. "That was so cringe Luc, did they teach you that in Texas?" I laughed, stealing the ball from him and running hopelessly to make a hoop. Of course I couldn't. I groaned in frustration, kicking the ball. "You're so awful at sports" Lucas laughed, picking the ball again.

she asked, puzzled. “No, it’s called Ghoulball and Zombiebowl.” “Seriously?” she asked with wide-eyed fascination. I laughed. “No, I’m just messing with you. It’s called football and basketball. The rules are just different.” “That isn’t funny. I really thought you were serious.” “I know that’s what makes it so funny,” I responded. “You’re so naïve,” I stated through my laughter. “Keep laughing, and you’ll be sleeping by yourself tonight.”