I played so much street ball during my mission on the playgrounds and courts south of Oakland it became habit.
The guys we played with at first looked at us weird with our missionary stuff,,,but after a couple of games they took us in and we played nearly every day when passing by on our bikes. Became good friends with several and handed out several BOM's that way as well.
I'm not a good trash talker, but one of the guys I would always end up guarding, some short guy maybe 5'10....would always talk trash and he'd get me laughing so hard that I couldn't guard him. He became my "trash talk teacher." I remember him saying..."White boy can preach, but he can't talk trash...looks like we got some things we can teach each other son."
Great times.