My son is 6’4, played HS ball. Legit player. I turn 44 next week and am nearly always nursing some kind of injury.

I went for a poorly timed steal and ended up smashing my face into his shoulder which resulted in smashing my nose and opening up a cut that sprayed blood everywhere (yeah it was gross). After getting the bleeding was under control play resumed although I may have been slightly concussed.

Somehow the knock to my head unlocked next level powers. I went on a tear and beat my son with a flurry of crazy English reverse shots and some turnaround fade-away 3’s.

After the game he asked how I ended up getting so hot after having my face smashed.

I told him it was simple. I was seeing 3 rims, and I just aimed for the middle one. Being the baller he is and knowing the reference he dropped to the floor laughing. Fun dad moment.