THE MACHINE
night owl
I remember when I was younger, about 15 or 16, this older dude, he was probably 35 used to run 3 on 3's with us at our apartments. He had a wet jumper and could play a little D in spurts. Whenever his team was down, he'd start barking out orders to everybody, telling them what they should be doing while he'd camp out at the arc with his hands on his knees. Basically we were supposed to rebound and play D, get him the ball so he could pop jumpers. We were expected to rebound his missed jumpers and immediately get the ball back to him. He'd always threaten to whoop ass if we didn't comply. One day he got to shooting off at the mouth again about who ass he was gonna whoop. He called a dude out on the other squad for not handing him the rock after he called foul on a bullshyt layup attempt, he grabbed dude by the neck and everything. Me, the other dude on my squad and one of the nikkas on the other squad proceeded to give him what he came for. We beat the dog shyt out of that Teddy Riley looking ass nikka for a good 30 seconds or so.
Not sure if there's a moral to the story but dude had a son our same age who was a homosexual and never came out of the house to play sports with us.
Charlie Murphy is that you?