There are different types of trash talkers. Those who do it every game and it's a part of who they are, and those who pick and choose when they do it. Those usually do it in more competitive games or when the other person starts the conversation first. Halliburton has actually had a couple times this year where his defender has said something to him and he's said something back. I don't think Halliburton is a trash talker by any means, I'm simply saying with his moxy and swagger, I wouldn't be surprised if a little comes out in the rivalry game.
In a 9th grade basketball game I hit a three and got fouled and then I ran up in to the stands and sat next to one of the players on the other team’s gf and put my arm around her (I was friends with both the girl and the opposing player) but still that was one of my best moments in trash talking. I didn’t play much the rest of that season but it was almost over and everyone except the dooshbags were in the “time to move on to soccer/golf/track” stage any way.
Too many brutal stories to list from soccer and basketball. the late 90’s were a golden era of trash talking. Nothing was off limits. It got really bad when we started having rivalries with soccer teams from Omaha. fights, cheap shots, and rampant verbal abuse were the norm not the exception. Loved every minute of it all.
edit: okay one story though. This was in Omaha or KC but the team we were playing was from Omaha. A kid on my team with braces somehow clashed his mouth and braces right on the top of the head of a kid on the opposing team.
Our guy was pretty okay, he had to leave the game but wasn’t seriously hurt. But the other guy was down and bleeding all over. Everyone (the players) kind of huddled around before any parents or coaches came out.
A kid on my team was holding the game ball in his hands and a kid from the other team smacked it out his hands as we’re all standing there. Everyone kind of paused because it was like “this can go one of two ways right now.”
so the ball is bouncing around and we’re all kind of looking at each other and it comes to my feet. Everyone is looking at me and it’s like time is standing still because again we come to a second “this can go one of two ways right now” in the matter of a minute.
Needless to say my judgement was not great at this time in my life (15/16 years old) so I just kicked the ball at the kid that was laying there bleeding on the ground.
Brawl ensues and the game is cancelled.