Rating: G
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. The characters and concepts of Hardcastle & McCormick do not belong to me, but to their creators.
A/N: Just a bit of silliness.
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“That was a foul,” Hardcastle declared, grabbing the ball.
“But- - -”
“A foul.” Case closed.
Mark watched the judge set up.
Swish.
And again. Swish.
Shaking his head, the ex-con took the ball out. Suddenly, he found himself on the ground, watching as Hardcastle scored another basket.
“Now who’s outta time?” the older man gloated.
“Now that was a foul,” McCormick protested hotly, climbing to his feet.
“Nope.”
“Judge- - -”
Hardcastle lined up to block McCormick’s approach. “Play ball.”
McCormick glared at Hardcastle a moment, then grinned. “Tie game.”