Quorra walked into Sam's living room just as the tip-off had started. Today was the NBA Western Conference finals. Whoever won this match would go the Championship. The matchup was the San Antonio Spurs and the Los Angeles Lakers. Everyone at Sam's workplace was simply buzzing about the game. Sam watched intently for the first thirty seconds before Quorra asked, "What is this, Sam?" Sam answered, "This is basketball. This is where a team of five players run up and down a court trying to put a ball in a hoop. The hard part is that you have to bounce the ball up and down as you run. If you don't you get a foul called traveling. I'll explain more as we get farther in the game, okay Quorra?" he asked. He felt bad about the tone of his voice in the last part. I shouldn't have talked to her so condescendingly. Note-to-self, Sam. Don't do that anymore. Every halftime, Sam would tell Quorra about the different types of fouls, teams, plays, drafts, and everything else he could think of. The thing that really caught him off guard was her asking, "Can I play in this… NBA?" This left Sam heartbroken, yet obliged to tell her about the truth of the real world celebrities. "No, Quorra. Being a basketball star is not only hard to achieve because you need to have played your whole life, but it brings so much publicity to you that you may feel pressured to use drugs, or start drinking or… other things." He mentally pleaded with his blood vessels not to taint his skin a rosy pink, as he coded 'sex affairs' to 'other things' as he did not want to get into the discussion that would come along after that phrase. Obviously horrible to people familiar with today's news and stars, but completely oblivious to one whom had just materialized from a computer generated world. To his luck, Quorra only nodded and said, "Okay, but can I still learn to play basketball?" Sam smiled and said, "Sure. I'll teach you later today, or maybe tomorrow. Oh, wait, I need to get you the right stuff before we start your lessons. And by the way, I'm not the best player, so… sorry if my skills are not perfect." Quorra seemed shocked by his declaration of imperfection. "You aren't good at basketball? You look really good at it!" Sam quickly reassured her, "I'm good, but not perfect. I still can teach you most of the skills you'll need. After the game we'll go to the sporting goods store and get you the right equipment, and get started. Quorra smiled at this. After the game finished, Sam and Quorra drove off to Dick's Sporting Goods. Sam then realized that this simple trip would take a lot longer than he thought. He hadn't realized how much explaining this would require. To show Quorra everything from the array of sporting equipment to the wide selection of team shop apparel would take hours, possibly days. Oh well. It was doomed to happen anyways. He thought as he sped through the city.
Wow, sorry to leave you hangin' but I kind of thought that it would be a nice way to keep you guys with me. Oh, well. I'll just try to get the newest chapter out as soon as possible. I promised I would take Sam and Quorra to a sporting event, but I ended up collaborating that with Quorra's desire to learn to play basketball. Maybe, if you guys stick with me and REVIEW, I'll add a bonus chapter at the end of the series. Well, thanks, R/R, check out my other stories, and below is the disclaimer. Bye!
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*DISCLAIMER* I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING RELATED TO NBA, NBA TEAMS, DICK'S SPORTING GOODS, OR ANYTHING ELSE I LEFT OUT.