We played at one of the churches across the street from Costco every Monday. One night Brandon Bradley just showed up. He didn't know anyone, just knew there would be people playing basketball there. He came back every week for a couple months.

He wasn't that skilled of a basketball player, but he was so athletic it more than made up for it. The worst was it was impossible to get any fast breaks. He would stand at half court and just easily pick off any long passes. I remember one pass I tried to throw over him. It was so high it probably would've gone out anyway, but he probably went up 11 feet to get it.