True story, we've been told to stop playing Basketball, thanks pigs...Welcome to Rouen, Normandy France, where the sun is rare like a unicorn, your only chance to organize a pick up game is to possess the keys to a gym, and i was lucky to have one that year.
We never hesitated when the fellas were up to play, and the "Jeanne d'arc" gym was available.
So we didn't hesitate to go for a run that night, i don't remember what time it was, let's say we started our "Dead players society" in the middle of the night, empty gym and doors locked.
During our first break, we saw 1 then 2 guys with police armbands and truncheons coming in.
Asking me questions, they took some notes in a notebook, told me that a door we never used was open and said they were here for some kind of potential break-ins at the gym. To make the story short, they just asked us to stop as soon as possible,(they would check back later) explaining that it was not a time to play Basketball , even with my key, my name, and nothing but 6 guys trying to put an orange ball in a pierced basket.
Those guys are the anti-crime squad, it's not a joke, and in a city full of drunken idiots, cocaine dealers, and prostitution, they were busy that night with dangerous bbal addicts...and i guess they had been called by some really good french citizens..
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