Hey, another true story!
My dad played for Dewitt Clinton high school in the Bronx, by his age, guessing late 50s, early 60s.
This freshman came into the gym and talked a boatload of trash about how good his game was, faster than all of them etc. my dad says, "who does this kid think he is?" My dad was a senior at the time.
The freshman said "all five of you try to press me full court and I will go around all of you ever time". Paraphrasing as I haven't heard the story in a while (my dad is the king of the war story about anything so you can see where I get my tale spinning from
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Either way, the kid dismantled them over and over until my dad and teammates had to give it up for the kid. Tiny Archibald.
My dad to this day, is one heck of a foul shooter. But I think that day proved something to him. His level of basketball ended at high school.