USA vs. Mexico on a Dirt Court  I'm on a basketball court. It is similar to the field house at Brimson. I'm warming up with my team. I can't dunk the basketball. There is one kid, I think from Rival High School, who dunks easily. I should be able to also, but when I go up to dunk I just don't get high enough, and end up laying it in, or even missing the lay-up and going for the put-back.  I'm on an outside court, which is hard packed dirt. Someone has a long metal rod and they jab the dirt in one spot making it not-so-smooth. There are a number of groups of people there. Bud Slick, Donald Dilson, Daryl Yeller, and Simon Naver, people I know from high school, are each in a group. Donald Dilson's group is tracing the outline of a body on the dirt, which is then the Armstrong High School gym surface, using white chalk. There is a black man there with a cane, which is like a metal rod. He is hiding it down the leg of his pants. The national anthem is played. The game is USA versus Mexico. Mexico is a shorter and smaller team. I feel like the team I am playing for, the USA, will easily defeat Mexico.