Film at 11.
If only there was midnight basketball...
..”basketball “
Growing up dad didn’t move us into the best of neighborhoods so I’d find myself playing basketball among rival gangs.
There was a park behind the parking lot we played ball in and it became a normal thing for everyone involved in basketball to fight it out bare knuckle in the grass. On more than one occasion (thankfully on weekends when I got to go spend time in Rogers County with relatives fishing, paintballing and otherwise not hanging with bangers) the Bloods who were not native to the neighborhood except in small numbers would try to shoot those who were in the park.
They’re not bright and they enjoy their violence.