Multiple people, multiple ways

Ball games (16)

"And here he comes," Kenny says, laughing.

I give him a high five.

"And South Park has won 6-5."

"Fuck yeah, man," I say.

He laughs, nodding.

"Hey. I got the ball for you to score, so, I did something," he says.

I nod, laughing.

"Let's call it something," I say.

"Hey. We are going to celebrate the first win of the day. You coming?" Coach asks.

"No. We are going to see Ky and his game," I say.

"Oh alright. Good work, both of you," she says.

"Thanks," Kenny says.

"If you continue like that, we're going to win," she says.

"I told you. Should have taken Kenny earlier," I say.

"I'll have to listen to you at the spring games," she says.

I get pat on the back before she runs off to the team.

"Are you coming?" Butters asks.

"Where is Ky?" I ask.

"Game started about 20 minutes ago. He told me to get you two," Butters says.

We walk down the hall. I hear Kenny mutter, 'Rich bastards with their huge fucking school', which makes me chuckle.

"And another one by Token Black! Points are now 14-14"

Butters stands by the wall, nodding to the game, in which Token gives the ball for Kyle to throw in, which is successful.

"Hell yes!" Kyle yells.

Token and Kyle high five before Token goes in for a middle to retrieve the ball.

"I don't understand shit about, what is happening," I whisper to Kenny.

"You and me both dude, you and me both," Kenny whispers back at me.

"AND ONE BY CRAIG TUCKER... for South Park."

"And just to remind everyone, every basketball game today is half an hour long!"

"Damn. No wonder Ky feels like basketball isn't appreciated, that's way less than we have per game," Kenny states.

"I mean, that game, basketball, that's just, who does better at the start!" I say.

"Kyle Broflovski scores an another one! The captains are on fire here!"

"Kyle sure is, he's red enough at least," Kenny says.

"Burn," I say, laughing.

The other team, apparently, gets the ball in.

"South Park and Token Black have taken more lead. Oh, no, another point for, as their team is called, 'Kings.' They aren't very kings against South Park's team... South Park."

"I love that to death," Kenny says.

"Same. I can just imagine Kyle going 'We need to name our team' and Token just starring him in the face and saying 'South Park.' It must have been Token, Ky wouldn't have suggested that," I say.

"And Kyle Broflovski scores, with the help of Token Black, who is the only black person in the game by the way."

"Why is that important?" I hear Nichole ask.

"No idea," some other girl answers.

"I mean, why is that worth a mention? It's like saying someone's religion after they have done something completely unrelated to it," the girl says.

"And score by Kyle Broflovski, the only Jewish player today."

"Never mind," the girl says.

"We are on the last minute of today and we get a score by Tweek Tweak. Okay. Who named these kids?"

Butters starts clapping.

"You go, Tweek!"

Oh yeah. He's friends with them.

"Score by Token Black. Can we just end the game? South Park is fucking killing Kings."

"And, like a show off, Kyle Broflovski throws the last one without looking. Now he is showing me his, very well painted, middle finger."

"Thanks. Did it myself," Kyle says.

"If I give you my number, will you do mine as well?"

"Sure," Kyle says.

"And Token Black scores yet again. Token, fucking Hell, slow down and let the Kings have a change."

"How about no?" Token asks.

"And here comes the last score of the day, by Craig Fucker- I mean Tucker. Sorry Craig, an honest mistake, I didn't mean to call you Craig Fucker."

"My boyfriend is not called Craig, so, no, I'm not a Craig fucker," Craig says.

His voice is monotone, but everyone can tell that he was very happy about saying that line.

"Ladies, Gentlemen and whatever you prefer, team South Park has won this game by such a long shot I actually couldn't keep count of how many times they scored. Token Black has scored the most, according to the person sitting next to me, called Katherine. Thank you for keeping count, Katherine, and keep it up, Token."

Kyle runs over to Token, taking him in for a hug.

"Man, that was awesome," Kyle says.

"I told you we'd nail it," Token says.

"We more than nailed it! Thank you so much! This went so much better than I thought it would, thanks to you," Kyle says.

"If you hadn't noticed their tactic, we would have lost. This win belongs to you," Token says.

"No way man, all of us did it," Kyle says.

Kyle nods before coming over to us.

"Did you win it?" Kyle asks.

"Yeah, but we didn't score like a hundred times in 10 minutes. Holy fuck," Kenny says.

"6-5 to us," I tell Kyle.

"Awesome for you! Who scored last?" Kyle asks.

"Stan. Although I got the ball to him, so, it was the both of us," Kenny says.

"As you might see, I didn't exactly steal the show like you two," Kyle says.

"Stan stole the show to be honest. He's the best out of us," Kenny says.

"Aw. Yes. I am. But you're a close second," I say.

"Oh thank you. At least I'm better looking," Kenny says.

"No way, dude," I say, laughing.

"I stand with Kenny," Kyle says.

"I stand with a third party," Butters says.

"Oh look, I won," Kenny says.

"You have betrayed me, Ky," I say, smiling because it's not true.

"Looks are not important anyway, it's the personality that counts and all your personalities are awesome, so, there isn't anything to worry about," Kyle says.

He walks off, as if he just 'dropped the microphone'.

"Damn," I say.

"True, Stan, true," Kenny says.

Butters nods,