(From the DA Years)

Last night, I played ball for the first time since the fall.  Played at this court in the city.  The other team we played had a few real players.  I had to guard the opposing point guard who was pretty good.  When he realized I was going to guard him during the game, he gave a look to his friends that said “oooh i’m gonna have an easy time.”  That lasted maybe a few seconds before I knocked him on his butt.  Nuh-uh.  I may be the only c___nk on the court, but don’t ever be laughing at me, punk.  The best part came during later on in the game where I blocked him and made him fall to the ground.  He started to make excuses about how I was trying to take his legs out under him, but his friends started to make fun of him instead.  It was a clean block.  Really, it was. I attribute the story above to my experience at Robert Frost Middle School in Rockville, MD, where I endured this type of abuse almost everyday.  And there is where I learned to play ball and not take crap from people.