I was 12 years old, playing for my elementary school basketball team. Our team sucked, as we did not have size nor talent. I was 5ft8 at the time, was tallest in my team and was playing center.

We had a game with the best team in our school district. These guys were all monsters, most of them standing at or almost 6ft tall, and their center was probably 6ft3 or 6ft4. We started the first half hot, our point guard knocked down a couple mid ranges. Then I went to work, scoring 4 or 5 baskets in a roll. I remember the last one I went under the hoop and hit a reverse layup while the other team's center was chasing me. I was feeling pretty good about myself and thought we might actually have a chance at winning the game. I remember the looks of joy and hope in my teammates' faces when i scored that reverse layup and put us up by 8. We were leading through about midway in the first half, then the momentum shifted.

I don't know if they were just toying with us in the beginning or simply underestimated us. But when they decided to showed up, they showed up big. These guys destroyed us and we ended up losing the game by almost 20 points. Their center must have blocked me 3 or 4 times through the rest of the game, it was rough. But the beginning 10 or so minutes of glory was memorable and fun. Losing the game in a landslide though, not so fun.