Basketball was not necessarily Brendan's sport, but like anything with a ball, he had a natural aptitude for it. (Except baseball. Those balls were just too damn small!) Besides, he was tall - height helped with these. He seemed even taller: he was late on his laundry, so the only clean shorts he had left were kind of old and kind of a size too small.
Slowly, he was advancing on Van while he bounced the ball from left to right to left to right. "Look at you, trying to act all tough." The broad smile Brendan delivered those words with were supposed to take the sting out. He was sweating, but he was having fun.
He swayed for a bit - bounce - feigned as if he advanced on the left - bounce and tried to swerve past Van on the right.