Playing Basketball
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One day my little brother ran up to me and asked me to play a game of basketball with him.
I responded, "Of course, I will be happy to play a game of basketball with you."
He blurted, "Ok! Let me put on my shorts and I will grab a ball to play with."
I blurted, "Take as much time as you need. I am in no hurry. I will wait right here until you return from changing your clothes and picking up the ball that you want to use for the game."
When he had hurried back he yelled, " I am ready for you to play some basketball with me."
I instructed, "The rules are very simple, you can not foul me or I get a point. You may not run with out dribbling the ball or it becomes my ball...