She was just finishing tying up her own atrocious shoes when he started with the trash talk. "Oh please. I have this in the bag." She said confidently. It was all about aim right? She was awesome at that? So she went over to choose her ball, wondering why the hell the only two finger sizes seemed to be "dainty child" and "monstrous giant."
"No bumpers. Those are lame as hell and for children's birthday parties."