At church the other night, my friend VD and I were shooting hoops after the Friday night group session.
“I bet you can’t make a shot from right here,” I said jokingly, pointing at half court, grinning like an idiot.
“How much do you want to bet?” V replied in all seriousness, dribbling his ball to the half court line.
“Ten bucks,” I confidently stated, knowing the odds of swishing the ball were a zillion to none.
“Haha ten bucks?” He grinned, ready for the challenge.
“Deal.” I agreed, stepping back as he breathed in and out a few times, waiting for the perfect moment to try and swish. I knew I would be ten bucks richer by the end of the night.
The perfect moment for V came two seconds later, and as he jumped into the air and the ball sailed through the air, my eyes followed the ball as it swished into the basket. My heart stopped for just a second. A crazy shot that couldn’t POSSIBLY be made was just swished like it was a dunk.
“Are you insane?!” I cried out, laughing. I couldn’t believe it.
“You owe my ten bucks!!” V laughed as I gave him a high five.
“You failed to mention that half court is your SWEET spot, dude!” I was dumb founded still.
“It isn’t. Lucky shot. Now where is my ten bucks?”
Yeah, remind me again to never bet money on VD. He’s going to become rich off of it, I know that for a fact. :]
P.S. Don’t worry, V, your ten bucks is coming… in due time. 😛