I was never really all that good at basketball, at least not until later in life. As an adult, I was better than your average bear that ventured out for the local pick-up game but in high school, I was absolutely atrocious. I literally knew nothing about the sport or how to play it.
On top of that, I had a lousy coach who was far more interested in checking out senior co-eds than he was in coaching his players.
To make matters worse, I was pretty uncoordinated, not tall but lanky, a buck thirty-five soaking wet. That combined with a pretty horrible jump shot saw me riding a fair amount of pine on my high school basketball team.