The Basketball Game
My buddy, James, has always been a big kidder. I’ve known him since we were in grade school, so now that we’re in our forties, you’d think I could read him like a book. And you’d think wrong.
James is the king. He just has this face that looks so honest, it’s impossible not to believe every word he says. Even when my better judgment tells me that he’s lying, I can’t bring myself to accept that. “Really?” I say over and over. Sometimes I even go further and insist, “You’re not serious. I know you’re not serious, man. Just give it up.” But behind that fa