Sid nodded. "Yeah. Should be another hoop over there," Sid said, pointing to the other side of the court where the second hoop should rightfully be, if it wasn't on the floor in shambles, instead.
"Two points for most scores; three points for a shot from behind a certain line, I think. You can't run with the ball unless you're dribbling - er, bouncing it - or else it's a foul. No checking, if I remember right," he explained. It wasn't like Sid ever played a regulated game; just every once in a while on the playground at school when he was younger. Usually with Tony. Always on the losing pair.
Raising his eyebrows slightly, Sid looked over toward the locker room entrances. One was clearly marked as women; the other's paint had been scraped off or had faded, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that it was the men's room. "Safe, I dunno if there's gonna be any balls the size you're used to, mate, but it's worth a go, yeah?" he asked with a smile.