Roses are red, violets are blue, Jazz and I are Black. But Carlton what are you?

So last night I was hooping with a coworker and his friends at this court in between Mongkok and Olympic station. This is an older crew, 30s and up, and some of the wives were there. Apparently, it's a regular Wednesday meetup--they even book the courts in advance.

When we got there, there were high schoolers balling and the wives wanted the men to flaunt their "reservation paper" and kick the kids off the court. We decided to let them finish their game, then call next and play them. 'What's the use of booking the court then?" asked one of the wives.

Then two of them started going off about how this was the difference between men and women and why we'll never understand each other.

"They have these men laws, which defies regular logic and common sense," said one.

"Yup, men and women. Different species," added another.

I'm sitting there looking at them like how Jazz looked at Carlton Banks. If you're not familiar with the Fresh Prince of Bel Air--and I feel sorry for you about that--Jazz always gives Carlton Banks the biggest "Are you for real dawg?" look everytime they see each other.

Why are some women so eager to compare real life to Sex and the City? They're always pulling these rules and laws from TV shows and romantic comedies and apply them to real life situations. What the hell does common courtesy have to do with "men's rule" or "men logic"? And what do they know about such rules and logic? They hear about them from Carrie Bradshaw.

Listen, if I was a chick, I'd probably still let the kids finish their game because I think it sucks that a bunch of a grown ups can show up, flash some government paper, and demand kids leave the basketball court in the middle of a game. I know it's happened to me before and my first reaction was always "man, why don't we play for the courts, I'll light your old ass up".

I'm sure plenty of women ballers woulda understood our logic. And I'm sure there are some male non-ballers who wouldn't get it either. It had nothing to do with some Carrie Bradshaw-like epiphany about men's code or whatever.

And the kids went on to destroy our old asses. They were good players though. I'm sure they played for their high school team cause they were playing the right way. None of that stupid over-dribbling And One bullshit. They be swingining the ball, backdoor cutting, and making that entry pass.

Seeing kids play the game the right way put a smile on my face. I felt like Emilio Estevez in Mighty Ducks