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As he walked outside and onto the steaming black top it seemed after each step the souls of his high tops melted to the court. The one spot of shade underneath the bench had been taken over for hours by a stray dog with no other place to be. This was a common scene for Phil who had been playing in a summer men’s basketball league for the past three years. Without this break from his week he undoubtedly fall apart. The post game beers with the team seemed to help as well.