Hey bruh...way back, were you a baller?
I was and we had this one nukka in our hood that had ankles made of putty (but had a sweet J-it was a thing of beauty).
He’d get hurt all the time -almost every game- cuz he thought he could play inside (couldn’t). Thing was when he got hurt, he would start screaming he was fouled and point to at least 3 players, including one of his own. Messy nukka.
We all let him vent and then just told him, “Walk it off nukka. Come back when you can.”
Just another class at Reality University, bruh.
Nah. Cross country and track (880, mile, 2 mile)
I sucked at basketball. I did play some pickup games, but I was only good at sitting under the basket body bumping and waiting for rebounds. Like white chocolate thunder, I was.
There was this big Nigerian guy one time. Epic battles.
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Not me nukka, if i be down low and see one o’ them big bodies comin’ @ me i be all off to the side watchin ‘em glide on by like the Queen Mary.