Basketball Jokes Novels & Stories

’ I retorted quickly at her. ‘Spoil sport.’ she grumbled, slinking off to the darker corners of our mind. “GUYS! ROBYN HAS NEVER HEARD OF BASKETBALL!” Colt shouts at the guys, who have all settled around the couches or on the couches in front of the TV. “WHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!” All three shouted in unison. “C’mon buttercup! You are going to LOVE it! You have lotsa learnin’ to do now!” Colt cooed in a mischievous yet comical tone, pulling me to the couches in the living room to learn and watch basketball.

"Sh*t. Is this also possible? I see now. This kid can only shoot three-pointers and he doesn't know how to play. Although he is in the lead now, he won't win." "I've never seen a big hook three meters from the three-point line in my entire f*cking life!" "With my years of experience in playing basketball, it's impossible to make it in!" No matter what everyone said, everyone's eyes moved forward with the curving basketball in the air. "It won't go in!" Zhong Anguo also turned his head and looked towards the basket. A crisp brushing noise sounded. The basketball launched like a missile, as it accurately went into the basket. It was another shot without hitting the backboard.

What all do I need to do for this asshole snowball? The jerk then turned to his co-players. Most of them had arrived. "C'mon guys, let's start warm-up," he called clapping his hands. Not before long, I was running along with the basketballers, round and round the court. It was harder than I expected. I was totally tired and exhausted after just five rounds and I was panting and breathing hard. I wanted to sit back somewhere and rest. But the basketballers were running so effortlessly. None of them were actually panting.

He didn't have any speed stat. Moving in a shuffle like manner, he got to where Pablo was, but as he raised his hands to hit the ball in his hands, three men from the crowd appeared before him. "Hey!! This is Basketball, not Battle" Vic complained. "Who cares? This is the real game!" One of the men said in a deep piercing voice. "Well! You leave me no choice" Vic said as he punched the man closer to him, the punch sent him flying out of the Court. Everyone was surprised, but the surprise soon turned into fear as the other two men followed.

"Okay! Okay! I will stop, but that joke of yours isn't good. Aren't there any more funny jokes?" I sat down next to Shin again. "I still have a lot of jokes," I replied. "Okay let me hear," "Here is a knock-knock joke. Knock-knock," - Me. "Who's there?" - Shin. "Tank," - Me. "Tank, who?" - Shin. "You're welcome!" Shin and I both poker-faced to that joke at the same time so I immediately drew a long line on it. "Knock! Knock!" - Me.

Playing basketball was a skill Jack Soliman only developed out of necessity. By accident he discovered he could put the ball into the hole with more precision than his office buddies who were known to be really playing the sport or at least boastful enough to say they had their chances of getting to the professional level.

“Why are they here in this kind of place? Xyna is the least person I will expect to be in this place” Ask this guy beside me. He just drag me in this place. After a few minutes our bet ended. And there's only one who won. And it is none other than me! “Tsk, tsk, tsk! A man lose a basketball match with a woman. So you're weak at basketball, eh?” I mocked him. The crowd laughed hearing what I said. And I could see the pissed expression on his face.

Brian was staring down at his half-eaten plate of rice, his face pale and eyes shadowed, quietly listening while his mind drifted to the legal documents waiting on his kitchen table at home. "I'm telling you, it's not even comparable," Jerry said, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest, his voice carrying easily over the ambient clatter. "Football takes real conditioning. You're running four miles a match in full weather on an open pitch. Basketball is just... bouncing a ball on shiny wood under a heater." Matteo snorted into his drink. "Careful, Jerry. The court guys think they’re elite athletes because they wear expensive sneakers." A few tables over, sitting directly in the lin

"Our boy is finished." I rolled my eyes. "Shut up." Ryan grinned. "No seriously." He leaned forward. "If Wren asked you to jump off a building right now, would you?" I stared at him. "No." They all sighed in relief. Then I spoke. "I'd ask how high." Three basketballs nearly hit the ground at the same time. Ryan stared. Lucas stared. Even Ethan stared. Then all three exploded. "HOLY SHIT!" "Oh my God!"

"How is he? I mean. I still remember him. He was so cool to me. Played basketball with me in your backyard. You just cried because you were not good at it. Sweet memories." "He's usually home, just not this week. I still suck at basketball. That hop thing makes no sense to me." I confess. "Yeah. But jumping in front of an huge net, makes?" He asks laughing at volleyball. "Yeah. I often hit McKenzies face with that ball. Awesome feeling..." I laugh too loud. "She's just jealous, you know? I don't get the way girls act around each other... but okay..." he shake his head in disapproval.