The basketball court we always hang out had one person in it, shooting hoop after hoop. I halted at the entrance, watching Trey hit a perfect lay-up, draining three-pointer after three-pointer. There were a few options here, ways to approach him when he’s like this. I could rush him, take the ball and insert myself in playing but he’d probably try to walk off the court. There’s also the option of just trying to talk to him while he kept blowing off steam by himself on the court but he’s pretty solid at just ignoring people when he’s in his zone.
It took all of one minute for me to decide to just take a seat on the bench at the edge of the court. Wait him out. Let him blow off steam first. He’d be less confrontational if he’s sore as hell. Less capable of making a run for it if
