As the ball was handed to me, I felt a surge of determination coursing through my veins.
I nodded at him and I accepted the challenge, my focus was razor sharp.
As the game began, the senior wasted no time in demonstrating his skills.
Dribbling effortlessly, he passed around me with ease, leaving me struggling to keep up.
He made his first basket easily with a finger roll, and everyone in the room cheered for him loudly.
I picked the ball up and handed it to him again, my frustration was beginning to build up.
His movements were calculated, and it quickly became apparent that he was a formidable opponent.
Despite my best efforts, I found myself falling behind, I couldn't hit my shots and was unable to guard him.
Anytime I tried to drive in and get a layup I would get blocked.
Soon, he was up by sixteen points, and I was at zero.
