No matter the neighborhood or the tournament, there is that one kid who is nice. On the court, he’s the man. The neighborhood loves him. Everyone embraces him. He has everything: the crossover, his jump shot is straight cash money and he plays defense baseline to baseline. He has a following too. If he has a game, everyone knows.
“Yo, son, you goin’ to his game later?”
“Yeah, I’m goin’, son. My son get right.”
The whole neighborhood is in the park watching him give out a 40 piece to the opposite team. The on-lookers are saying, “Son is nice” while the other spectators are saying, “Wait ’til after this game. We gonna see him.” These particular fans are in the cut, just chillin’, waiting to catch him slippin’. Read More »
