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![]()
Far as basketball goes IMO:
When you younger and you dream about making it they tell you,you cant do it because the ones who make it got a gift.
Now for nikkas like Lebron,Jordan,Magic,etc yea them nikkas was gon make it whether they put in alot of work or not they had a gift how much work they put in was gon be the difference between them being an ok player and being an alltime great.
But when you get older and you bump into the Average to good NBA players in a rec league or summer game you look and see they not head and shoulders better than you they may be a little faster,quicker game a lil more polished but thats when you realize the thing that sets alot of nikkas from being in the league and being a teacher is how hard you work dead ass.
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.
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.