Once, I found myself in a similar position. Our usual church floor was being resurfaced, so we played at the Dallas Street Armory here, cross-court, two games at once. We were the only white team playing there. Once I didn't get word of cancellation and showed up, the only white face. To my amazement, I was picked on a team. Then it occurred to me that I was the only player with a jumper, although I never got one off in the two games I played. Everyone else simply crashed the boards. Testosterone hung heavy in the air. I did get two steals. Their PG had a habit of letting his dribble swing out wide before making a pass and I picked his pocket. The first time, I passed off. The second, I took off for the opposite end. A glance told me I was being caught up with by a taller guy, but I had a trailer to my right. I went up and whipped the ball over to him. The look of shock on his face was comic. He made a weak little shot off the glass which missed. It occurred to me then that nobody there ever voluntarily gave up the ball on the way to the rim. I found out that we were playing an AAU team. I'd wondered who the guy was over on the sideline yelling "Don't let him do that to you!" when I stole. He was their coach...