Playing Games - No, not that kind (OTA, nudge BoB pups)
It was nearly dusk when he made it out to the basketball court. Babe had the day off, and shooting a few hoops seemed like fun. There were a couple of bottles of beer sitting at the edge of the court in a cooler, and all he needed was someone to play with.
Of course, barring that, he'd play by himself. Babe dribbled and shot, thinking about how they used to play like this on base in England and in France. How they used to play back home in South Philly on the streets. Nothing formal, he'd never been good enough to make one of the batallion teams. But he had fun, and found it relaxing. The joking, the banter, it was all a part of it too. They all needed a bit of relaxing right now, with everything crazy with Joe, and the vandalism, and hell, even things with him and Doc Roe.
Babe took another shot, laughing quietly when he saw it bounce away from the basket. Figured, didn't it? Even playing against himself he couldn't win.
Of course, barring that, he'd play by himself. Babe dribbled and shot, thinking about how they used to play like this on base in England and in France. How they used to play back home in South Philly on the streets. Nothing formal, he'd never been good enough to make one of the batallion teams. But he had fun, and found it relaxing. The joking, the banter, it was all a part of it too. They all needed a bit of relaxing right now, with everything crazy with Joe, and the vandalism, and hell, even things with him and Doc Roe.
Babe took another shot, laughing quietly when he saw it bounce away from the basket. Figured, didn't it? Even playing against himself he couldn't win.