The last time I played in a rec league, a common friend hyped up the guy who put the team together big time, so I thought it would be a good experience. As it turned out, he was tiny, arrogant, and had never played organized basketball. Everyone else came in thinking it was a good idea to pay registration fees just to get some exercise, rather than playing pickup ball for free. After I realized this, I invited the team to play at my regular gym to get familiar with each other, but they refused.
Dude insisted on playing zone anyway. Needless to say, stops and rebounds only came through sheer luck and we got blown out for most of our games. I convinced them to play man for one game, which we only lost by 2, but it was too much work I guess, so we went right back to zone and getting blown out after that.
The season finshed with a doubleheader, and a couple players waiting to play a later game offered to run with us in the capper, but he turned them down so the rest of us could "get our money's worth". By the 2nd half of the 2nd game our guys were feigning injury due to exhaustion, and I had both calves cramp up simultaneously going for a putback - before and after which there was no one willing to sub in for me.
It was the most demoralizing basketball experience of my life. For a few months I really questioned why I didn't shout the guy down or quit, and basketball seemed to be the complete opposite of what it had always meant to me.
So for me, the worst player in any context is the know-nothing with a Napoleon complex who doesn't see any difference between a game at the park and a paid 2-month-long commitment. Thanks for the therapy, OS!

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