I had to log out to see who you were talking about, I've had both those fools on ignore for like two years now.
The beef is dumb as hell - I don't even know either one of them like that. It started when the pudgy little one dropped me a message one day and asked if I would take him to some pickup games in the city cause he'd never been south of the 101. I told
that I could tell him where brehs play and he could take his own self to a game, but he said he don't go to new courts without a buddy and he didn't know anyone in "the wood". It sounded lame but I felt bad for him cause he was talking scary so I gave in.
We met at a parking garage on 6th in Santa Monica cause
didn't want to leave his car parked on the street in the hood. I get there and find out he brought All Caps without warning me. He said they were a team and the All Caps car had a flat and his parents hadn't sent their guy to fix it yet. I mean, All Caps got out of the passenger side looking like a tall hairy Tamir Goodman,
I knew he was gonna get clowned. I said F it and gave them both a ride.
I was originally planning to take them to Centinela but
was talking way loose quoting DBAMTSCWDYJITH in a fake accent. I thought he might offend someone and goons show up at Centinela from time to time so we went to Darby instead. It was a Sunday and there were gonna be family bbq and such so I figured
couldn't get into too much trouble. Besides, daytime basketball on the outdoor courts sucks at Darby and that looked like it would probably be as much competition as either of these guys could handle.
We roll up and I was relieved right away cause my token
Mexican neighbor was out there in his baggy shorts and he's always nice to everyone. There were a couple guys shooting around who I hadn't seen before. Some other regulars showed up and myself and a homie of mine claimed captains cause we play there the most. I was gonna pick
cause I was afraid he wouldn't get to play otherwise, but the other captain blew my mind and picked him first, I guess he figured I wouldn't bring a White guy to the courts unless I was trying to hustle. Teams ended up being me, the Mexican and
versus my homie,
and one of the guys I didn't know.
So we get to playing and the guy I didn't know was pretty good, him and my homeboy would have rolled us easy, but
over there was like a black hole for their team, he couldn't touch the ball without shooting. And every damn time he shot he kicked one of his legs out and called "foul!" if he missed, even though the contact was his own damn fault.
I got a short fuse and was getting really pissed off, plus both his teammates were heated cause
was bricking long 1s left and right.
Things boiled over when
called for a screen and the guy I didn't know actually gave him one, but then
shot instead of going around, only he was off balance so when he kicked out his leg he hit his own teammate in the nuts. The breh pulled right up and swung, would have slept him except
was already falling down so he got lucky and slipped under it.
rushes in to defend his homeboy, but then the new guy's girl flew in off the sidelines to back her man.
She had been sitting there filing her damn nails the whole time and still had her nail file out, I think that
thought it was a blade cause when she rushed in he hightails it out of there with speed I ain't never seen. Like the man was legit fast, he was across the other end of the park, over the football field, and jumped the fence and was running down PIncay while we were still just standing there like
trying to process what just went down. Things were getting too real for
so he went
and called it a game. I was relieved cause I didn't want to take responsibility for his fool ass play any longer.
So then
asks me for a ride home because he doesn't know where
went. Turns out he doesn't even really live in SFV but was all the way over in Simi Valley, no way I was gonna waste my Sunday going there and back.
I told him
probably just caught a bus to Santa Monica and he should do the same. He said he didn't know if
would wait for him and the fool had left his cell phone when he ran. I said fukk that, I ain't driving all the way to Simi Valley and back on my weekend. So I called for next game and
called his parents to have their driver pick him up, and just sulked on the side of the court giving me the evil eye until the driver got there.
I never saw either one of them in person again, but ever since then they've had mad beef with me online. I know they ain't coming back to Inglewood, so online trash talk is all they really ever gonna do.
Last time I ever gonna ball with guys from the Valley.
