d around to identify the culprit.

Turned out, the (very accurate) ball tosser was the guy in the other team who I’d been talking shit to relentlessly all game. I was destroying him with power drives to the basket and my overwhelming athletic advantage, muscling my way to points. And the technical foul he’d drawn with this stunt (I was inexplicably given one too) proved I’d gotten in his head. He’d lost his cool. And he would never be a threat to me again.

He had started the shit talk, after all. And we won the game.

Today, learn to be Dre in that situation, and not the clown who lost – his emotions and the game.