even though I held my own against top players in the region. Senior year I was ready to start but I had a falling out with my moms and she kicked me out. I ended up having to live with my aunt in another school district 2 weeks before the first practice. And she didn't let me play football 
i would practice in my backyard for hours play in summer games at the rec center. My 8th grade year I made the team and was actually good then I realized everyone wanted to be like them dudes never passed the ball and the coach benched me. Eventually I quit too much ball hogging favoritism and shyt.
I'm 5'8", when I was with the sh*ts up to my freshman year I was around 225 lbs, about a 4.6-4.7, could do 225 15 times no sweat, and squatted 315 25 times no sweat. In soccer I was a starting midfielder in junior high, we won the city championship. I stuck with football because soccer was in the same season ( ), who knows, maybe I could have been something there too 
Basketball on the other hand, it was over for me when I saw this nikka do a windmill from just inside the free throw line for another team, and he was only JV in high school. 
But I always felt like if I pursued it I could play pro, who knows, but traveling and f*cking all kinds of foreign p*ssy has taken all desire from me to pursue that sh*t. I really do think it's all about motivation. A lot of nikkaz have the physical talent but not the motivation/drive. My cousin is 6'7" can dribble with either hand, has a wet jumper, but became a graphic designer. I think the difference for most people is just the motivation. F*ckin' Drew Brees is an NFL quarterback for cryin' out loud, if you're willin' to bust your azz I think most people could at least be semi-pro.
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Y'all might not remember Chris Whitney....played for the Wiz for a hot second. So he laced em up at a gym I used to work at. He had on cotton sweatpants, cotton sweatshirt with a towel wrapped around his neck and tucked in the front. He said "im not gonna do to much, just tryna get a good sweat". So of course all the top players in the gym wolfed up like they were about to show off in front of him. I swear on my life this dude played 2 games and never stepped foot inside the three point line on offense. He went something like 14/15 from three (counted as 2s). He had like 10 steals on defense. Professional point guards hands on defense are extraordinary. Every time someone dribbled the ball across their body in front of him it was gone and he ran down and pulled from three. He hit like four or five from a few steps across midcourt including the final game winner. He packed up his bag and walked out the gym.That dude shattered so many hoop dreams that day
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 strongand 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
When I was born a cac
you still had options. Baseball, golf, hockey, 3 point specialist, tennis.
Because our offensive line was lacking depth, and size (one of our guards was 5'4 145lbs) they moved him to guard. I was laughing inside but dude literally looked like my mans from 12 years a slave standing on the sidelines. Part of his soul literally died. He was never the same person after that practice. Motivation was zero. The only time he played was on extra points and field goal attempts.
with 5 kids.
