By: Alexis Raymond

Can we take a break?” I’m panting from exhaustion. “My knee
is killing me.”

Keith turns around on his heels with his arms inflated like he has something important to say. “You need us to slow down so you can keep up, little lady?”

I grit my teeth at him. It’s not like it wasn’t hard for everyone else too. “Why do you guys always have to comment on how I’m doing? It’s getting old.” The lines on the court feel like battle lines, I behind mine and the men behind theirs.

I’d found the team by accident. A friend of a friend mentioned in passing that his basketball team, The Rockets, needed a woman on it so they could compete in the local league.

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