Basketball. Are we done for the year?

I hope not, but Tuesday sucked. Seven frikkin' guys show up. We've had as many as 19 this year but the weather was very nice and now the sun isn't down by 7PM and people are feeling like they want to watch the Red Sox on TV. I would play any game, any game, before I'd stay home to watch any game. I mean that. That would only not apply if it were an important game one of my daughters were playing in and they wanted me there. Use it or lose it.

Anyway, one guy goes home - we have 6 and it's 3 on 3. A big disappointment for me as I need the full court to utilize one of the very few advantages I have - speed (relative speed - I can beat most of the old guys down the court) The half court game is for smart players who can shoot and that ain't me. The other very bad thing is that there is alot of lateral play - not good for my knees which, since baseball over the weekend, have been aching alot with the uneven Spring ground.
I had a few good plays, a few bad plays, and got into a major body up match with "fairly new, old guy". I like nearly all the other players and have had very few run-ins with guys, but this guy rubs me (and it turns out several other guys) the wrong way. Here's his thing. He shows up with cut off sleeves - you know the kind LeBron wears to show off his massive guns - and he's got old lady flapper triceps. Dude, only young guys get to wear those. Fortunately he is slow; can't pass, can't dribble and definitely can't shoot. He's got 2 inches on me and 20 pounds but he doesn't move it around well. I'm already in a bad mood because it's half court and he decides he''ll use his only advantage - size- to push me around. Bad idea, he smothers me, we body back and forth then I give him a shove. I'm almost ready to go - the guy's a dick. He laughs it off and a play later complains to someone else that I shoved him.
I calm down and pat him on the back at the end of the night and say "good job". We want to kill each other. I thought the guy was older than me but I find out later that he's 7 years younger.
Next week I want to block his shot back in his face. It will be my main goal of the evening. I am a pig-headed adolescent jerk about this guy.

I can take him. I think.