When a fat sweaty man with a
handlebar mustache beats you in a one on one game of basketball or a game of 21, oftentimes for a cash wager. He usually wins through aggressive use of the post game and emphasis on
fundamentals. This is the highest form of basketball
humiliation, worse than having your ankles broken or even being posterized.
The burly man lowered his shoulder into my chest, and his sweaty mullet splashed into my face. With his
handlebars glistening
in the sun as he drained the winning bucket on a
surprisingly agile fadeaway, I knew I had just played a game of mustacheketball.
We've all been there.