We met at a school basketball game.
Dean had watched Billy play high school basketball the past winter.
He's a personable young man and a whale of a basketball player.
He knew who I was when we first talked at the basketball game, but it was years later he told me about it.
The wing housed an indoor basketball court, indoor pool, a small game room, and a huge theatre room where music blared from some action movie.
His size was inadequate for any hopes of a serious basketball future but he was obviously a fine athlete.
Dean wanted to explain it was far more of a shock seeing a bloated Billie or Willie Wassermann with a head looking like a bleached basketball, but simply nodded instead.
"There is a disturbance in the uh, basketball game, as you call it," the Watcher said.
Logan and Jared were in front of the television, talking about the basketball game.
You can stop with the basketball analogies.