This skit is about a basketball team and its players. The B.A. Fakers have one player who is always faking it and making people feel bad or leading them to believe some things that are not true. The skit can be followed up with a devotional about how much students fake when it comes to their Christian faith.

Characters:
Bob: The big faker and member of the B.A. Fakers
Jim: Team member of the B.A. Fakers
Two opposing team members
Three or four cheerleaders
Trainer: Goofy and strange dude
Referee

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, please rise to your feet for the National Anthem.
*Music of the national anthem—or play only the end of it.

*Basketball intro music—(choose random team)
Announcer: Tonight’s game between the (your church name) Hoops and the B.A. Fakers is sponsored by Powdered Milk and Twizzlers. Now, let’s meet the starters for the visiting team. Starting as a guard, this guy from Alabama and at center a very tall individual; and we don’t really know his name.

Now for your home team, the B.A. Fakers (this is where you get up on your feet and cheer like a little kid getting tickets to go to Disney Land). Starting as a guard, 5’9″, the lightning-quick, high-jumpin’, smooth-passing Bobby Joe Anderson; and his teammate stands 5’7″, moves like a glacier, and is strong as bargain-brand plastic wrap—we were above the salary cap, so we picked him up, Jim, and we’re not sure what his last name is either.

*Bob and Jim are passing the ball back and forth. Jim is not really that good of a player, and it should show when passing and catching the ball.

Jim: I am really excited for this game tonight! We have had some time off, and it’s good to get back on the court.

Bob: I don’t really feel like playing. Don’t get me wrong—I like to wear the uniform and all. I like my big paycheck, but I kind of hate basketball.

Jim: What? How can you not like basketball? You are one of the greatest Fakers to ever play for B.A.

Bob: Well thanks, but I don’t really care. Anyway, the game is starting, so I guess we better go out and earn our paychecks.

*While passing the ball, Bob fakes like he’s excited to have Jim on his team.

Bob: I am so glad you are with the B.A. Fakers! You are such a great player!! I love how you pass me the ball so I can do all the scoring!!! You are such a great player!!!! (Bob smirks and laughs a bit.)
Jim looks puzzled and has that look as if Bob is messing with him.

*Referee comes out and throws the ball up for a jump ball.

Bob and one member from the other team jumps for the ball. Bob doesn’t jump—just pretends to try and get it. The ball is tipped to the opposing team. Bob falls to the ground and appears to be hurt. The ref blows the whistle.

Bob: *Goes on and on about how hurt he is and talks about this possibly being a career-ending injury—over the top drama for the injury.

Referee: Injury time out for the Fakers.
*The other two players exit.

*Trainer comes out with tape rolls, Ace bandages, neck brace, etc.—all on him as if he is ready to help. (Overkill the things the trainer has.)

Trainer: (Goofy voice and kind of a strange dude) What seems to be the problem? I can fix you right up.

Jim: Are you OK? It didn’t even look like anything happened. How could you get hurt on that play?

Trainer: Well Jimmy Boy, not all injuries bleed, you know. You can’t always see hurt. That’s why you need professionals such as myself. I can fix you up Bobby.

Jim: Let me help you over to the bench.

Trainer: OK, Jim. Give me a hand, but we must do this right to avoid further injuries to our best B.A. Faker.
Jim and Bob get to the bench. Bob actually starts walking by himself. Jim notices.

Jim: Bob, you seem to be walking fine. Let’s get you back in the game.

Bob: Didn’t you just say I was one of the best Fakers who ever played for B.A?

Jim: Um…yes, but I meant…

Bob: Then let me do my thing. I get paid a lot of money to “B.A.” Faker. I will just sit here and watch the cheerleaders.

*Cheerleaders take center stage and do a short cheer.
Fakers, Fakers is our team!
We like fashion, and we’re not mean!
Basketball, basketball is the game.
Hope it brings us lots of fame!!!

Bob asks one of the cheerleaders to sit with him.

Bob: Hey, I have a seat open right here next to me; and I am the best Faker ever to play for B.A.

Cheerleader: I’m supposed to be with my squad.

Bob: I am the most famous Faker in B.A! I think it’s OK if you do what I say.
*Cheerleader sits down next to Bob.

Bob: So, I really like you. Your cheerleading skills are great.

Cheerleader: Really? Really, you like me?

Bob: Yes, of course I do. (Looks the other way and kind of gags a little.)

Cheerleader: I saw that. I just saw what you did.

Bob: Oh, I was getting something out of my teeth.

Cheerleader: No you weren’t. You were just faking that you liked me. You’re just a big Faker, and I don’t want to be near you!
To squad: Come on girls!
Cheerleaders do another routine:
Bobby, Bobby—we’re not fans!
He flirts a lot—just like a man.
He’s B.A.’s best faker,
Dribbling the ball like a shaker. (dribble ball off to the side and shake it)
If you don’t want him,
it’s totally cool;
Cause we want a slim Jim
Who doesn’t drool!!!
Sliiiiim Sliiiiiim Jim, slim slim Jim, slim slim Jim (cheering this as they rush over to Jim)

*Cheerleaders surround Jim and leave to exit off stage. Before they exit. Jim looks back and says:

Jim: I play for the Fakers, but I’m the real deal.

Bob is left on stage by himself.

Bob: Cheerleading is stupid anyway, and Jim can’t play basketball. They are perfect for each other.
(Goes off the stage really angry, stomping his feet. Right before he exits…

Bob: (to the crowd) I’m not really mad. I was faking it, because I’m in a skit—about fakers.
*Bob exits.

Lights out.