An Ankle Is A Terrible Thing To Waste

On Monday nights, I play pick up basketball at a local middle school.  The company includes men with wives, men with kids, and some youngens (like myself).  In one particular game, I happened to put a cross-over on one of these youngens, causing him to fall to the ground.  I made the shot after he fell.

I was quite proud of myself.

And so, in honor of me, I present to you a group of people that are a little bit better than I am at the game of roundball doing this to their respective opponents.