Andy The Baller

            I met Andy years ago at the neighborhood basketball court. I was there to practice my shot and Andy came up to me and asked if I wanted to play a game. It was a two on two, or a three on three. I can't recall.

            We were about a minute into the game when Andy started to mouth off. "What are you laughing at?" He said to me.

            Who is this guy? I wondered. He was obnoxious. I wanted to punch him. 
            Eventually, Andy and I became friends and as it turned out he was only obnoxious in competitive situations. 

            I was with Andy the other day when he turned to me and asked, "did I ever tell you the story about how I met Rasta Lenny?"

            "No."

            "He came up to the court to play and he started throwing his elbows around. I told him, hey man watch the elbows! We were jawing back and forth. I started to slap his elbows away when he threw them. After the game Lenny walked up to me and said, "okay Andy, you throw the first punch and after that I'm going wrap your balls around your neck!" My brother was there and he stepped in and Rasta Lenny told him, "I'll do the same to you."   Well, we Flanagans, we're not fighters, we're talkers and instigators. I can't fight and I know for sure my brother can't fight."

            "Isn't Rasta Lenny a black belt in karate?" I asked.
            "We didn't know that at the time."
            "What did you do?" 

            "We did what we Flanagans do best. We talked our way out of it."