"Okay, okay," Cooger nodded, going for the ball, "That one's on the house." Standing closer to the net than Xander was, he made a shot and it went in, this time without hitting the rim, just to even the score, and then the game began for real. Very quickly, Cooger discovered the problems inherent in challenging a teenager while being middle aged and a bit out of shape, but at the same time, he was himself large enough that he could often, when he had the ball, bull past Xander. The problem came when he was really trying to set up to shoot, he always expected Xander to be able to get the ball away from him, so the first shot he made bounced off the rim, missing the hoop entirely, because he didn't aim it properly.