The Infamous Free Throw

Uncontrollable Laughter Occasion Two:

            This occasion took place one weekend I had gone home to visit my family freshman year of college. My sister, Haley, who was twelve at the time, had a recreational basketball game on that Saturday. I was so excited to see her play because being four hours away from home made me miss a lot. However, right before the game, my Mom informed me that her team was absolutely the worst team she had ever seen. She also pointed out that my brother’s team, whose eight years old, by the way, could destroy my sister’s team. Unfortunately, she had been randomly selected to play on a team of people who had never played before, but she had been playing for three years by that point. Don’t worry. It gets better.

            We show up to the game, and there was one particular thing that stood out to me. Even though Haley’s team was awful, they thought they were all that in a bag of chips. As the game started, the opposing team scored almost every time they got the ball. Meanwhile, my sister’s team had a total of four points. Then, one of her teammates, the coach’s daughter (the cockiest of them all), had been fouled and went to the free throw line to shoot. She dribbled a couple times before she shot like all basketball players. The entire gym was dead silent because this game just hurt to watch because my sister’s team was so awful. My family was sitting behind one of the opposing team’s player’s family. One of their family members was quite old and hard of hearing. When our player threw (more like chunked) her shot it immediately bounced off the backboard and back directly to her. The ball never even touched the rim whatsoever. That is how hard she just chunked the ball up there.

            All of a sudden, the man hard of hearing, in front of us, yelled, “GEEEEEEZZZZ!” Just imagine this dead silent gym and then this man yelling that because of how bad the throw was. As a result, my family starts cracking up, but not out loud. We had to contain our laughter to not be rude. All of our faces began to turn red, our stomachs hurt from laughing so hard, and by the time we stopped laughing we could barely breathe. So, from that point on, our family will randomly shout that and without hesitation our family bursts out into hysterical laughter. It is just amazing to me how my family can find the little joys in things like that. It may make us weird, but we could care less.