Ain't That Something
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I knew I wasn't bout that athlete life the moment I came fro Haiti and realized soccer didn't get you no p*ssy in Miami so I said fukk it bc that's the only sport I as built for 
At what point did you realize you weren't going to the league?
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I Am A God
When you're 5'4 in high school you just know.... 
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Just Rod
Sh!t Rod Says
Man I was a beast at center in middle school... I was like 6'1" in 7th grade... had a mean back to the basket game... but then I only grew to 6'4" and I dont have handles or a jumper...
Aje
All Madden
I musta been about 8 or 9 years old. My older cousin who was around 18 at the time drove our grandmother to my house. I guess my pops was passing thru that day cuz he was there too. My cousin is like 6'4. My father is 5'7 at best. We all standing in the living room laughing at my father staring up at my cousin smiling. Only side of my family I know is my mothers and everyone is tall. My dumb ass father stops staring up at my cuz smiling and says "well you aint gotta worry about getting this tall, hahahaha". My face was like 
Damn if that mufukka wasn't right tho! Luckily my momma genes managed to get me to 5'10 tho. Thanks Ma! I could ball growing up, but my game was alot more small forward that the point guard size I had.
Damn if that mufukka wasn't right tho! Luckily my momma genes managed to get me to 5'10 tho. Thanks Ma! I could ball growing up, but my game was alot more small forward that the point guard size I had.
Larry Lobster
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threattonature
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When I realized I'm only 6 feet with no kind of handles at all. I was fast as fukk back then and thought I could D absolutely anybody up. This cat came in that you could tell had game but was just in the gym fukking around throwing up nothing but 3s and barely playing D like he was trying to practice but not get hurt. I of course start talking shyt. Dude just came down the court and hit me with a sick crossover that completely spun me around. Next time down acts like he's about to hit the crossover again so this time I'm ready. Instead he hit me with the hesitation and blew past me on the right. I'm back on his hip and he crosses back over to his left. I damn near broke my ankle with how bad he shook me. Right then I realized I wasn't shyt with how easy I was killed there.
you still had options. Baseball, golf, hockey, 3 point specialist, tennis.
You forgot figure skating
. I do have a nice jumper and ran the point with decent court vision. As for the whole, you know, being a 6-foot skinny white guy with no other discernable basketball skills to speak of , it's possible that may have ultimately held me back from making the league I actually was an excellent tennis player when I was younger. Unfortunately I developed some severe joint issues in my early 20s so that was a wrap. Not that I had any chance of making the pros, of course. Matter of fact, one of my high school teammates who pretty much always beat me went to a pro tennis camp a few years back and lost quite handily to Donald Young. That was a wake-up call.
He also said Young is a grade-A prick
Bowling, NASCAR, scrappy O-lineman, pocket QB, assist machine, Textbook boxer....
I missed my calling... 
HS when i went from being one of the best players in JV to being a glorified defensive specialist . I swear to this day i was a better basketball player then people on my team that made it to the league or was close 
. delusions
. I swear to this day i was a better basketball player then people on my team that made it to the league or was close . delusions
MooseMouthMthafuga
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You went to Clay Park for competition?
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.
Amare's Right Hook
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YoungMoneyCashMoneyBoy
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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
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
My pops was strength and conditioning coach for a college basketball team when I was in middle school. One of the assistant coach played in the league for a while and so did his son. But his daughter...
Well his daughter was I think 1 or 2 yrs older than me but she played ball too. Well I was just bullshyttin in the gym after practice cause I used to go there to kick it with my pops after school. And ol girl comes in challenges me to one on one just for funsies. I'm thinkin I'm bout to show this chick off the court then show her off the court ya dig
And I mean, it was just a fun little game. And I highly doubt she would remember it if I reached out and brought it up to her. Which makes t worse cause she stole my soul right out from under me.
Like...
Pretty sure I didn't even try out for the basketball team at school the next yr. Went straight to football and never looked back
Well his daughter was I think 1 or 2 yrs older than me but she played ball too. Well I was just bullshyttin in the gym after practice cause I used to go there to kick it with my pops after school. And ol girl comes in challenges me to one on one just for funsies. I'm thinkin I'm bout to show this chick off the court then show her off the court ya dig
And I mean, it was just a fun little game. And I highly doubt she would remember it if I reached out and brought it up to her. Which makes t worse cause she stole my soul right out from under me.
Like...
Pretty sure I didn't even try out for the basketball team at school the next yr. Went straight to football and never looked back