Basketball Jokes Novels & Stories

I forced a smile. I heard some of them laugh at my question. I am a hundred percent sure Blake and Leon heard it too. My eyes immediately darted at them. Blake is clearly restraining himself to laugh out loud while Leon's back to his cold face, he's looking at me intently, and that's when embarrassment hit me. "Oh boy, what's your position in basketball? One, two, or do you even know how to play?"

This is the most goals joke as long as I've heard. "You're kidding, right? I swear! That's funny. Wow! If you join to stand up comedy, I make sure you can be the winner." "Na," said Mommy quietly. Chiko still showing his smile. "I'm serious and this is not a joke. You can tell the difference too, right?" Shit!

"Famous last words." He picked up a basketball and shot it. It bounced off the rim and rolled away. He picked up another one. It bounced off the backboard and hit him in the face. I burst out laughing. I could not help it. The sound came out loud and uncontrolled. "Stop laughing," he said. "I cannot stop." "Gabriella." "The ball hit you in the face. Your own ball. The one you threw." "That was a bad throw." "Every throw is a bad throw."

He was one of the fastest guys on the team, probably still is. Dylan grabs one of the foam basketballs and throws it to me. I shoot mid jump missing the goal by like a mile. Dylan bursts out laughing. "Dude you weren't even close." Adalina laughs too, shaking her head as she watches us. "Screw you man! I would like to see you do better! I say, picking up the ball and throwing it at him. Dylan catches it and starts jumping around. "Okay. Watch this." I watch as Dylan jumps a few more times and shoots the ball. Missing by almost as much as I did. I laugh so hard I snort, and Adalina starts laughing just as hard.

Noah I couldn’t stop replaying it. Not the game. Not practice. Not even Jessa’s smile when she leaned into me like she belonged there. It was the stupid joke. The one line I tossed out without thinking, because that’s what Jackson and I do. We’ve been ripping on each other since we were ten years old. It’s muscle memory at this point — sarcasm and shoves and laughing through everything that gets too heavy. Except this time it didn’t land the way it used to.

The sound of the ball bouncing in the hall drifted through the cells in a steady heartbeat. Finally I nudged him with my elbow. “C’mon. Court’s waiting.” He shouldered his towel into his locker and followed me out. The guard on duty barely glanced at us as we passed. We walked side by side through the corridor, the musky smell of earth and sweat getting stronger the closer we got to the yard. “You really think somebody will slip up just because you’re good at basketball?” he asked as we stepped into the evening light. “It ain't cos I’m good,” I said. “I make people forget they’re supposed to be careful. A pass here, a joke there, a couple of bruises, some sweat. You’d be surprised what a man

I whine, crossing my arms in defeat. Millie chuckles next to me, effortlessly sinking another ball into the hoop with that confident smirk of hers. She glances my way, her green eyes glinting under the neon lights. “What’s not fair?” she asks, tossing the ball back like she does this every day—which, I mean, she kind of does. I huff, pointing dramatically at the scoreboard. “I suck at basketball, and you’re basically a pro. This is a scam. I’m calling foul.”

"You have to be careful with that girl. If you don't want to be falling down, dude." "I'm just fell down about one thing, you know what that is?" Tom shrugged with a serious face and turned the basketball in his hand using one finger. "What is that?" "You suddenly want to poop when we play basketball, we almost lost, that's really annoying." Joe put on an irritated face, then laughed insultingly at his friend. Tom was annoyed and then threw the ball in his hand to Joe. "Damn you Joe !!"

JB went on with his satirical jokes. As he said so, he went beside Shinwoo and slowly unzipped his pants. The poor guy tried to resist but was held firm by the others. He grunted and cried as his bareness came to lose. My friends laughed as JB held his manhood and forced it in the measuring cup.

Don't you think that's considered deceiving us? I finally connected the dots. Dad had used the fact that I could get into Easton University and would be successful in the future as collateral to borrow money from loan sharks. If I really had gone to Easton University, we would indeed likely have been able to pay that money back in the future. But now, I had become a national joke, so Dad's guarantee meant nothing. Baldie pointed at me. "It's your turn to speak now, kid. Your dad borrowed money in your name, and now, he can't pay it back. What are you going to do about it?"