I remember one time I was playing basketball with a bunch of white guys at the park. We were all young teenagers and we most certainly sucked. We probably bounced passed to each other before taking our stupid set shots. I'm sure we all had feather hair cuts and said Shit! everytime we through up a stupid brick. One of the older cornballs had his own car and was proudly blaring awful hair band crap. This was right around the time when white kids were just starting to want to be black. We were intrigued by rap but not yet willing to admit it to each other.
After 30 minutes or so, the skins were beating the shirts by a score of 2 to nothing, when all a sudden Metallica was drowned out by Run DMC. I heard a friend say "F'n A!! Just Great!!" I turned around to see Ramone Worthy with a giant boom box in one hand and a basketball in the other. He gently placed the box underneath the opposing rim and began shooting and dunking and spinning and dribbling between his legs. We were all awestruck and embarrassed at the same time. We knew right then and there that we were short, muscle-free, uncoordinated virgins who had no business being anywhere near a blacktop. Without so much as a word, the full court 5-on-5 game became a half court dork fest. We lost our court, our pride and soon after, our chicks.
PLP.....A diamond in the rough?
