Basketball Practice, Friday Afternoon, Camp Gym

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

The book fair was in the school gym, so Tyler had handwavily sent out an email telling the basketball team to practice in the camp gym instead.

He was attempting to clear the court of tiny frogs through enthusiastic dribbling. Sadly, the frogs seemed to enjoy the vibrations.

[OOC: Please wait for OCD's up, go for it. Do whatever drills strike your fancy, no need to play them all out. Expect some SP from me, sorry.]

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Re: DRILL- On the Line

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"I got it," Tyler said.

He concentrated, dribbled, and made a perfect free throw.

"How're you doing?" he asked as he handed the ball off to Sawyer.

Re: DRILL- On the Line

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Dribbling it, he spoke, "Eh. I can be better. Tempe and I are dating." A small shrug, "She's a nice girl." Aim, throw. He makes it in and hands it to Tyler, "What about you?"

Re: DRILL- On the Line

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"I'm not dating Tempe," Tyler grinned. "But she's nice. Cute. And she shows up for practice."

He threw the ball and missed, then ran the lap before going to make a second try. That one went in, and Tyler ran to catch the rebound and pass it to Sawyer. "I'm a little tired," he admitted. "There's way too much going on around here."

Re: DRILL- On the Line

[conathon.livejournal.com]

"I know. Weetiny kittens putting their claws into my skin, mewing like they think they're innocent." He laughs, tossing the ball and actually missing this time. Running a lap, he then tosses it to Tyler, "And now frogs? That I almost squish wherever I turn?" Making a face, "Ew."