I thought I could run with the boys in the NBA until I faced one on the court. Rex was an eight-year veteran of the league and ten years my junior when he came to “our court” one Sunday afternoon. On "our court," bellies hang over shorts. On "our court," braces adorn bodies the way earrings do rock stars. One look at the personnel and it was obvious Rex was there for the run, not the competition. I had different ideas.