re: Hoops with your pops

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I let my six year old take a game of horse on Sunday. I made it close so he'd get a boost.

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Pussification of America's youth in a nutshell

Prob 12-13 but he prob still wasn't trying his hardest (using his man strength) by 14 and certainly 15 though he had no chance.

I would have to guess sometime in the 8th grade when I started playing basketball in high school.

My dad was very good. Was Mr. Basketball his senior year and had an incredible outside shot in addition to being 6'6". Sadly a knee injury in the offseason resulted in him not playing at the next level and beyond, which he could have.

I didn't get all his height (6'3") but I did get his shot and once I was athletic enough to guard him, I started winning. That being said, his knee always hampered him and if her were healthy he'd probably have slaughtered me.

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My nine year old daughter schools me in horse. She's a good jump shooter.

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Ouch

Better than Poops with your hops.

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What age were you when you finally beat him in a game of one on one? How often did yall play after you finally won

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Probably about 14 or 15. My Dad never allowed me to win anything, starting with chess when I was really little. After my mom died he had a girlfriend watching us play chess once when I must have been 8 or so. He'd b eat me over and over and she'd ride him about letting me win, which would piss us both off...with me finally telling her that if he let me win it wouldn't mean anything to me. Playing would have been pointless.

So when I finally beat him playing basketball it meant something. Even though he was in his late 40's and a smoker, he had been an exceptional athlete...so it was still a cool thing to finally have happen.

As for playing afterwards, I'm not sure how often we'd play something like 21 or one on one. Probably a few times, but once the tide had turned probably not much...though I still remember playing HORSE or PUT OUT or Round the World with him for a good while after that during high school.

I don't think think I ever played basketball/football/catch with my dad

That's probably why to this day I throw like a girl

I was about 14, went for a rebound and knocked my dad's front tooth out. Last time we ever played basketball.

My dad is horrible at basketball. I don't recall playing much one on one but we did play a lot of HORSE. And that I can tell you, I beat him for the 1st time really early on. Like maybe 8,9 years old?

Started playing him when I was about 7; finally beat him at around 11.

Good experience. It taught me that I'm not always going to win and how to lose graciously