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All good on the hardwood It's five-on-five; time to run and gun. A new season, the players are hungry, and everyone is 0-0. My team is back; I should say 'our' team-no disrespect to the fellas-and we ready. Are you? The Playground Legendz return to the floor, fresh from a three-on-three championship season. What, you've never heard of three-on-three basketball? Well it's legit. No refs, so it's not for the faint of heart, but we got scorekeepers. Life is tough being a baller. I don't mean the travel (it's damn cold walking to those gyms in Febuary) or the expenses (we play for free, you know), but the attention off the court is overwhelming sometimes. I mean, at every party I go to, they got a keg of good beer and honeys on the dance floor shakin their thang. What, you want me to sign my name where? Sometimes I just wanna chill ya know, but everywhere I go, they be throwin' these parties. One nice thing is that I usually have to wait in line for only like ten minutes, okay, fifteen, tops-but no more. Swish baby, eeunce, eeunce, eeunce. You've got certain obligations with celebrity status at Bowdoin, as all
IMers know. We got to be here and there and do this and that; it really
cuts into our practice time. In fact, hell, we don't even practice, we're
so damn busy. But that's why we work so hard in the offseason, pushing
each other, right guys? Like EG-Money, this dude on my team, has a problem
with conditioning, so I'd call him up and motivate him. Don't go Shawn
Kemp on my ass dawg. The Big Hungry, for three! (italics) Stay tuned next week, as five-on-five gets under way... |
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