At what point did you realize you weren't going to the league?

[Based Lord Zedd]

Never had the coordination for basketball. I can play defense and pass but my offensive game is

Didn't think I had the size for football even with me being 6'0 and there's dudes around the same size as me in the league. Chance I could have played low level college ball as a WR or something if I had dedicated myself to it and bulked up a little more.

Fast as fukk though, probably faster than nearly everyone in HS. No skill though.

 

[big bun]

I used to hoop at a lot of spots, but I only lived half a block from Clay.Competition wasn't the best, but nikkaz used to be out there deep.A lot of San Diego State dudes used to come through and hoop.This was back in '98 when they were terrible, though.No Kawhi Leonard's at all.You'd get some good runs from time to time.Lively/cool atmosphere.I miss that Tower Records they used to have right there across the street.Security was lax as fukk.I use to go in there and take all the posters out the Word Up/Right On magazines.

I went to other areas.Mission Beach..Colina Del Sol Park & Rec..etc.I was only 14 at the time, so I had to hobo myself around to some of those spots.

I did the same thing coming up in the 90s. Balled any and everywhere. Rode the city bus something serious during those days. Back then Clay Park used to be THICK. I went because there was this one cat, an older dude (in his 20s at the time) who could ball for real. Strong as fukk, could shoot, pass, the whole oowop. I would guard him as much as possible to work on my D and also my offensive game. I probably balled at every park in the city no lie (even Memorial Park in Logan Heights with the eses). Always hated Colina because those Somalian crips would be all in the way trying to cause fonk. Later on in high school I started hitting USD open runs and that gym in Old Town.

And that Tower Records was the shyt. We also ate at that Hometown Buffet on University all the time as well.

 

[NelsonSwagdela]

I was picked up by two cfl teams, couldn't pass physical though. I don't know if its health holding you back makes it better or worse.

 

[12345677]

For football....freshman year of high school football I was a 5'10" 135 pound corner. I was fast and explosive as hell and would recklessly try to blow people up...hurting myself along with them in most cases. We got this new nikka who went to my school (dude ended up being the starting RB for Duke and is in NFL training camp with the Broncos right now), dude was a beast. 5'10", like 190, ran a 4.5, benched 250/275 at 14/15 years old.

We were having summer 2-a-day practices and were practicing goal line defense. I'm usually playing out wide, but for the set the offense was running they brought me into the box which had me like at first, because I never play in the box...but then I pump myself up thinking like "I'm bustin nikkas heads like Sean Taylor...ain't nothing changing let's go! " The first play I'm lined up next to the Sam and see the hole open up literally right in front of me in slow motion with this future NFL prospect RB running with a full head of steam right at me. I step up into the hole and hit him as hard as I can. I black out for like 2-3 seconds....wake up on the ground while seeing stars and hearing the coaches screaming "WHO MADE THAT HIT?! WHO MADE THAT HIT?!" The D-Line coach runs up to me while I'm getting up and points to the ball laying on the ground yelling "That's a fumble....good fukkin play" My nikka I was too dazed to even be excited about that play....nikka absolutely fukked me up when I made that hit and probably gave me a concussion...I just responded "yeah...." and walked off looking like. I'll never forget that play...it's when I realized I had no future in football.


In basketball, one of my good friends was Mr. Basketball for the state of GA a few years ago. When we were in 10th/11th grade I used to go train with him and his dad on the weekends. One weekend we went to train with this nikka who used to coach with the Hawks and had all of the top nikkas out of south ATL there. I'm from the north side, so I never got to play against southside nikkas in organized hoops, only pick-up games. My homeboy went to Westlake....and if u from ATL you know Westlake is like a fukkin college team. I was like 5'11/6' and could barely dunk...but had a lethal midrange and 3 point game...I'm talking NBA range, steph curry type shyt. The average height at the training session was like 6'6...nikkas doing windmills effortlessly...I got swatted shooting a fukkin 3 pointer and knew right there it was over...I just physically couldn't compete with these nikkas. After that I knew what was on the other side of 75/85 and knew the shyt happening in Cobb County hoops just wasn't on the same level as south fulton hoops.

 

[MooseMouthMthafuga]

I did the same thing coming up in the 90s. Balled any and everywhere. Rode the city bus something serious during those days. Back then Clay Park used to be THICK. I went because there was this one cat, an older dude (in his 20s at the time) who could ball for real. Strong as fukk, could shoot, pass, the whole oowop. I would guard him as much as possible to work on my D and also my offensive game. I probably balled at every park in the city no lie (even Memorial Park in Logan Heights with the eses). Always hated Colina because those Somalian crips would be all in the way trying to cause fonk. Later on in high school I started hitting USD open runs and that gym in Old Town.

And that Tower Records was the shyt. We also ate at that Hometown Buffet on University all the time as well.

That was my fukking spot!Back when they first opened...before the macaroni got watered down....You talking about the one that used to be in the same plaza as the movie theater, right?

I loved San Diego back then.Out of all the places we moved to, San Diego was my favorite.I remember the school field trips being....San Diego Zoo....Sea World...Scripps Aquarium..Beaches...The weather...Cool ass hippy/liberal teachers....The females

And I'm not even talking about the top notch ho's.Some of the lowest of the low scallywags/hoodrats from San Diego could go to other states and reign supreme.It's some exotic mixes out there sailing in off that Pacific

 

[USSInsiders]

I got pretty far before I realized I was destined to be a scrub.

I played college ball so I thought I was on something. Knew I couldn't shoot - but I'd yet to meet anyone really faster than me and I knew that I was one of the most fukkless people going to the rim in my whole state. I ate off that. I still had the lazy mentality of "I'll work on my handles next year." "I don't need to be able to outside of 18 ft when I got a first step that can give people diarrhea" "I just dropped a triple double with 6 points scored, fukk wit me" etc...

When people were trying out for the Bobcats and other affiliates when they were first starting out, I figured I'd show up (I worked as an intern for the Bob Johnson years) and see where I was at among the washouts.

It was good comp. But somehow or another I was matched up in front of Will Bynum... I followed his career, so I kinda thought I knew what was coming. Dude was just...

Me


but better at everything and twice as strong and at the time even he was struggling to get a look

I never feared getting crossed because I was faster than everyone I'd ever been in front of before. Even when I did get shook, I could recover quick enough to throw some shyt into the stands and act like it never happened. I'll never forget the play where he broke my will to keep playing. Dude comes down the court looking for a pick, I slip under daring him to shoot. Looked him right in the face like I was gonna put clamps to him. HE STILL RESPECTED ME AT THAT MOMENT. He passed the ball to his big, stepped back, got the ball back and sized me up in the triple.

Said to me. "You got heart, man "

And I'm no bytch. He ain't gotta talk to me like I'm his son, so I do the right thing and get right up on him. Will jab steps left, I don't bite, but then he swings through my outstretched arms and I swear to God I've never had physical contact with someone so damned powerful in my life. It felt like he shattered my wrist with the ball. I was still thinking I was tough like that so I kept playing. I had to. I force him left, he yanks THE FUKK out of me, I do the one thing I do best and recover off my backfoot and go straight to cut him off in the air looking to board his layup and his shoulder went straight through me. Like... his shoulder hit me in my chest and I felt it in my toes and fingertips. Dude literally carried me higher

for a layup

I got ragdolled for a fukkin layup. I don't think he sweated a single drop while I was guarding him. And he was a nobody at the time.

Never in my life did I feel so powerless. I was nothing but a shaved squirrel on the court trying to guard him.



"Good D, kid "

Shut the fukk up Will Bynum

You killed my dreams

Bynum doesn't have that donk of his for no reason. the man is built like a tank

 

[Inferno]

I got pretty far before I realized I was destined to be a scrub.

I played college ball so I thought I was on something. Knew I couldn't shoot - but I'd yet to meet anyone really faster than me and I knew that I was one of the most fukkless people going to the rim in my whole state. I ate off that. I still had the lazy mentality of "I'll work on my handles next year." "I don't need to be able to outside of 18 ft when I got a first step that can give people diarrhea" "I just dropped a triple double with 6 points scored, fukk wit me" etc...

When people were trying out for the Bobcats and other affiliates when they were first starting out, I figured I'd show up (I worked as an intern for the Bob Johnson years) and see where I was at among the washouts.

It was good comp. But somehow or another I was matched up in front of Will Bynum... I followed his career, so I kinda thought I knew what was coming. Dude was just...

Me


but better at everything and twice as strong and at the time even he was struggling to get a look

I never feared getting crossed because I was faster than everyone I'd ever been in front of before. Even when I did get shook, I could recover quick enough to throw some shyt into the stands and act like it never happened. I'll never forget the play where he broke my will to keep playing. Dude comes down the court looking for a pick, I slip under daring him to shoot. Looked him right in the face like I was gonna put clamps to him. HE STILL RESPECTED ME AT THAT MOMENT. He passed the ball to his big, stepped back, got the ball back and sized me up in the triple.

Said to me. "You got heart, man "

And I'm no bytch. He ain't gotta talk to me like I'm his son, so I do the right thing and get right up on him. Will jab steps left, I don't bite, but then he swings through my outstretched arms and I swear to God I've never had physical contact with someone so damned powerful in my life. It felt like he shattered my wrist with the ball. I was still thinking I was tough like that so I kept playing. I had to. I force him left, he yanks THE FUKK out of me, I do the one thing I do best and recover off my backfoot and go straight to cut him off in the air looking to board his layup and his shoulder went straight through me. Like... his shoulder hit me in my chest and I felt it in my toes and fingertips. Dude literally carried me higher

for a layup

I got ragdolled for a fukkin layup. I don't think he sweated a single drop while I was guarding him. And he was a nobody at the time.

Never in my life did I feel so powerless. I was nothing but a shaved squirrel on the court trying to guard him.



"Good D, kid "

Shut the fukk up Will Bynum

You killed my dreams

 

[BallGame]

When Jodie Meeks undercut me in a HS game and I blew out my knee

 

[PortCityProphet]

When Kobe told me the coli needed me more than the league

 

[Lord Beasley]

As a sophomore, didnt make the first cut of basketball tryouts. Then I heard about all the shady shyt going on with our sports programs (that all got swept under the rug.)

Then, no joke, Chris bosh was playing at Lincoln and that gay ass nicca had us (as a school). fukk hs sports

 

[I.V.]

I love this thread... it happens like once ever three months... but it's always a classic. I got a story for later when I get a few minutes.

 

[IAmGettingAMailOrderBride]

My friend Jeremy he's a white dude who wear a laker hoodie to school everyday and looks like a stoner, but he told me he likes basketball so one day I told him lets play at deep run, we all played 21 I swear his dude was like Steve Nash in his prime, he broke everyone's ankles n shyt

This might be off subject but I was talking to this dude who works at a dash in gas station and he said how he used to ball with J cole in high school and he said he was nasty

 

[big bun]

That was my fukking spot!Back when they first opened...before the macaroni got watered down....You talking about the one that used to be in the same plaza as the movie theater, right?

I loved San Diego back then.Out of all the places we moved to, San Diego was my favorite.I remember the school field trips being....San Diego Zoo....Sea World...Scripps Aquarium..Beaches...The weather...Cool ass hippy/liberal teachers....The females

And I'm not even talking about the top notch ho's.Some of the lowest of the low scallywags/hoodrats from San Diego could go to other states and reign supreme.It's some exotic mixes out there sailing in off that Pacific

Yup. That one by the movie theater. You ever take that field trip on the boat going out to sea? It was part of the Scripps Aquarium trip if I remember. And yes, the low level SD females crush most other state' stop notchers

 

[Dillah810]

7th grade.

I couldn't wait to get to Jr high. All summer I had dreams of being on the basketball team, starting, p*ssy falling on my lap from all over the place because I'd be the star of the team. Worked on my signature for all the autographs I'd be signing, and even bought a little black book for good measure for all the numbers I'd be getting and dates I'd be going on.

First night of tryouts.........my nikka.....they was working nikkas out like dogs! Like dogs! They didn't know the kid was a playground legend. I never done a suicide in my life. 11 years old and way out of shape for that shyt. Running laps around the gym. Exhausted as fukk. I never played organized ball, just pickup games, 1 on 1s, and 21. Tired as fukk, confidence fading, already thinking of excuses to tell people why I won't be going to the second night of tryouts. I'm clanking 5 foot jumpers, fukking up on simple bounce passes, missing layups. Making the team? I'd be happy to make it out of the gym without a wheelchair. Forget about the NBA. Man, my legs were so sore I didn't even need an excuse to not go to the second night of tryouts, my legs wouldn't let me. A nikka learned life lessons that day. Found out just believing in yourself and working hard isn't gonna always work out.

Used that little black book I bought for recording homework assignments

Same story for me. It happened in Middle School. I never played organized ball in my life, just pickup games on playgrounds. I thought I could easily transition my playground game, since I didn't just watch, I studied the NBA. I was just str8 outclassed by damn near everybody at tryouts. Fortunately for you, you figured it out on the 1st night. My dumbass thought I could re-group myself and do better on the 2nd and 3rd nights. I thought if I tried hard enough I could at least make the injured reserve list. Boy was I wrong. Those try-outs took my innocence. I lost all my child-like optimism that day.

 

[Tako]

5'11 140lbs trying to ball like when i should've focused on balling like during HS senior year