Basketball Jokes Novels & Stories

My mouth hung open in betrayal at the air hockey table. "You cheated," I fumed. "You both just suck," Zharn grinned, collecting his victory tickets. A few feet away, we stood at a basketball shooting game. "You two can kiss air hockey. Scarlett and I are going to play basketball," he dragged me along with him. I'm not a jock. I know nothing about baskets or balls. Jax casually tossed shot after shot, barely looking at the hoop. I, on the other hand, was struggling to even get the ball high enough.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

Flustered, he ran his hand through his hair, wincing. I froze. “Are you serious, Baxter? Or is this another one of your dumb jokes?” He furrowed his brow in anger. “You think I'm joking?” “You put worms in my sandwich, Paul.” “I was five! Gimme a break!” He opened his mouth, then closed it, looking down at the ground anxiously. I was dumbstruck: the towering linebacker was rendered speechless by me, of all people: Mo's five-foot-nothing sister, the butt of all football jokes.

I could see him toughening and trying to pick up skill but I still finished with a clean run. It was his turn to collapse on the floor. "Aww. Don't be such a cry baby. " I teased leaning over him. "Fuck off. " And I burst into laughter. "Poor baby. Do you need to go to the hospital?" "What for?" He asked with an eye roll. "You just served your balls on a platter and you need phalloplasty," I joked. His mouth was open before he chortled in laughter, "once again, fuck off! My balls are fine, thank you."

I gave a dry laugh. “Oh I’ve never gone to watch the jocks give each other brain damage,. I wouldn't even know what I'm looking at, I mean they just run around and scream, throw a ball until some of them fall over am I right? Seems like the ball pit at Chuck E. Cheese would be more fun,” I snorted, practically beside myself at the very idea. Wasting a perfectly good evening on that? Why not just drop me in a landfill covered in honey. All three of them gaped at me like I had two heads.

she wailed uncontrollably, frantically clawing at Vanessa's clothes. Everyone in the room was stunned. "What are you doing?" Vanessa screamed as she struggled. "Let go, you insane woman! Investments always come with risk! How is it my fault if you lost money?" "Investments?" I scoffed coldly. I pulled out a thick stack of bank statements from my bag and slammed them onto the dining table. "You call these 'investments', Vanessa?" I glanced at the male colleagues who had been cracking vulgar jokes at the table earlier and said loudly, "Over the past six months, Vanessa has used Mr. Studdard's name to set up three investment group chats and scammed nearly six million dollars from everyone.

Tan brings his hands up and throws the ball towards the basket, but the ball takes a left turn missing the basket completely. "That's ok" Sven gets the ball "try again" "Why don't you make the baskets like you always do, and I go stand over there and gawk at you like I always do." Tan tries to not embarrass himself any further "That hurts I'm not a piece of meat, you know" "You're not are you sure?" Tan jokes Sven laughs about to answer but they hear "Beck! You're back?" They turn around to see a couple of boys walking towards them on the court.

" Whoa! Of course I would love to go with you. Growing up my dad always loved basketball. I will take anything to see those stars in person" His own smile seemed to broaden too as he sighed. " Well most of the basketball guys are plain mean. Except a few. I have good guys in there that I can vouch for any day, but the sport itself is filled with egotistical men who think the world should revolve around them" I hummed. " Well that is one way to spoil my high hopes" I joked. The date went greater than I expected too and this time around, I did most of the talking.

Jake clearly enjoying their reactions chuckles and proceeds ‘I’m 18…loves dancing ,football and basketball but if I were to pick a sport I enjoy the most it would be basketball’ Jake said as he glances at the corner of the class. ‘ watch me join the basketball team this term’ ‘Omg omg I was asked to join the basketball team but I refused i’ma go beg the coach to accept me again’ ‘Too bad I suck at sports T T’ ‘Gosshhhh could he get any cooler!’ Jake’s introduction gathered a lot of fans for him,the basketball club would be getting tons of attention now.

The weight of three short words someone died settled heavily over the room, refusing to be displaced. I stared at Jace, trying to process the shift in him; the arrogant, untouchable team captain had completely vanished, replaced by someone visibly haunted by a memory he had tried for months to bury. When he finally revealed that the dead player was Ethan Cole, a member of our fiercest rivals at Westbrook University, the championship game from seven months prior suddenly morphed into something far more sinister. Back then, my world had ended with a one-point loss, the roar of the crowd, and Jace stealing the ball to seal our defeat. I had spent months nurturing a bitter grudge over a basketba