How could this happen? Surely not to me?
This used to be my house, but now I don't even have rights to check the letterbox.
B-Ball. It was my game, for years in a row I dominated the courts. For 3 straight years I played everyday, I was on a one way ride to the NBA.
But I fell short. My goal was 6 foot 6, but my body had other ideas. At a whopping 5 foot 7 the old growth genes thought, lets take a breather.
As I shrunk (in relation to my friends), so to did the dreams of slam dunking. Slowly, the game I loved faded into something I played. The 3 year record - broken, I fouled out, fade away jumped into the distance.
Not long ago it all sank in. I was playing ball with a bunch of white friends and a couple of girls, not exactly a picture of fierce competition.
For a moment or two I acted casual, waiting for the moment to unleash my unmistakable game in the faces of my opponents.
But it never happened. I even missed a layup, flip.
I took a bite of humble pie, and it didn't taste good.
I feel my credibility as a low-down-bad-to-the-bone-gansta-baller is starting to slip.
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