Piven showed up fifteen minutes late wearing an oversized Chris Mullen jersey, thigh-high shorts, a head-band, striped socks, and a Michelob Light in his hand. Pippen just stared in disbelief. Neither athlete said much before the game. Piven put his beer down on the sideline. Pippen let Piven have the first possession. Piven dribbled the ball off his own foot. It rolled out of bounds and knocked over his beer. Pippen used his towel and warm-up jacket to soak up the beer. Piven felt bad. He had no towel. No warm up jacket. Pippen wondered aloud why anyone would bring beer to the basketball court. Piven wondered why Pippen was wearing his Portland Trail-Blazers warm-up suit, rather than the classic�Piven�s favorite�Chicago Bulls attire. Pippen checked the ball in. Piven tried to make a joke about not giving him the ball back, but Pippen just rolled his eyes. On the court, Pippen wasn�t one for joking. He meant business. Piven passed the ball back to Pippen, who immediately dribble-drove past him and slam-dunked. �Is that game?� asked Piven. �I suppose so,� said Pippen. �If you want.� �This was a stupid idea,� admitted Piven. �Our names are similar, but our basketball skills really aren�t. I guess, to be fair, I would take you to school in acting.� �Woah, woah, woah,� replied Pippen. �Haven�t you ever seen He Got Game?� Pippen eyed Piven sharply, awaiting his response. This was the moment for Pippen. This was 13 seconds left with the ball against the Cavs, down by two. This was when Piven would assess Pippen�s acting career. Piven would tell it like it is. Piven would cut through the chase. Piven would give tips. He would� �Um,� said Piven. �You played yourself in that movie.� Hit the heel and bounced off, thought Pippen. Sent home in the Quarter Finals.
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