I would venture to say that I know at least as much about basketball as anybody on this site, having played, coached, refereed, watched, read about, written about, and dreamed about it since long before the Kings moved to Sacramento, where I grew up.
If you can read an off-the-ball screen, you can be on my team.
I hate setting one up and then looking like an idiot when my teammate (who typically has and earring or three and several tattoos) just looks at me like, hey old man, what are you doing, and why are you wiggling your one hand and protecting your jewels with the other and staring at me like that? I know my best days were behind me when, one time, this kid who was guarding me turned to me (earrings juggling) after I made a nice jumper right over his outstretched hands and said "nice shot, sir". I was speechless at being called "sir" in a pick-up game. Then there was the time some kid thought it would be cool to put a one-man full-court press on me, like I'd be an easy target as 30-something senior citizen, and if I'd pulled his pants down he wouldn't have been as embarrassed when I did a simple Mullenesqe cross-over, nothing so fancy, and left him in my dust with his friends all laughing at him. These kids, if you don't go around the back and though the legs and break dance with the ball, they're not impressed, so some of these basic skills fall by the wayside... Anyway, I gotta stop with the "the older I get, the better I was" nonsense. Getting off topic.
Don't ask what sort of Chunks they are, you probably don't want to know. Blowing Chunks since Season 4!