I once played on an intramural team with a kid who got kicked off the college roster. Five white guys who rotated in and out and a 7'2" black kid. We won the semi-finals 76-30 and he scored 72 points on the offensive end and blocked at least 20 on defense. Dunk, dunk, behind the head dunk, dunk, one handed slam, dunk, windmill dunk, dunk. He was pissed that anybody else took a shot. He never passed the ball. Ever. All any of us were supposed to do was get it to him on the inbounds and stay out of the way.
In the finals the team we were playing missed a shot, it went off the rim to the corner where Mike grabbed it. He passed to me at about mid-court, I went to Landis who was driving the middle and he bounced it back to me in the corner where I hit an uncontested three. Except for our large ringer. Trailing the play, he actually tried to block my shot but just didn't get there in time. And he lost his shit. I was supposed to have passed it to him, I wasn't supposed to be taking fucking shots. I looked at Mike, he looked at Landis, and then all five of us white guys walked off the court and left it to him. All alone. He almost won.
I don't think his name was Barry, though.