Hoop Dreams - Mountain Goat in short shorts and high tops

I was out there for a good 2 hours today, shooting in the rain, finding my perfect form, losing it, jukin, jivin, finger rollin with my left hand, lookin west, lookin' east, takin' it to the hole over an imaginary beast.
I kept picturing a rainbow following the arc of the shot and pot of gold splashing out coins when I nailed it. Maybe it's an Irish basketball thing...
I was playing against a mountain goat with short shorts and high tops on. He can't shoot cause he has hoofs, so he just plays defense and I take the offense. He is listening to music on his i pod really loud and I notice a pattern. His level of intensity depends on the pace of the song. A slow song plays and he relaxes a bit, and lets me score easy, with out much effort. The drums pick up and he slaps the ball mid dribble and it hits my feet and I chase after it like a clumsy fool.
I ask the goat what he is listening to and he tells me he is listening to the Midwest Beat songs that were just recorded this weekend. I ask him where he got those songs, but when he takes a split second to think about it, I juke and jive right on past him and send a rainbow through a pot of gold and coins spill over as I say "Nevermind, I know where you got 'em dummy."
Then a girl comes out to her second level porch across the street and yells "Excuse me, my room mate thinks you're cute." and goes back inside laughing. I smile and nod my head, using it as a head fake and move past my opponent and bang it off the rim, coins swirl and slosh out like a over flowing toilet. Then I start to wonder who she was talking to after all.
I was remembering times in my youth when I would get a sudden adrenaline burst when I was playing sports and I saw a girl that I liked. I would be playing little league baseball and standing out there somewhere, and what have we here, but over to the bleachers rolls a group of girls, never watching, just there. There was the one I'd like to really "go out with" -ah man, if she could see what I'm about to do. I could feel my body churn like a the guts of a nuclear reactor, oh the potential, I felt like I could do anything. What a great feeling that used to be.
Silly games.