so at basketball tonight there was this new guy...his name was paul...good looking...like me...but then he made me kinda look bad...maybe...at least to me...
admittedly he was taller...more athletic...better vertical...better handle...
and i didn't play my best game at least from a shooting perspective...maybe one for 82...(but that one was a dagger...a coffin nail...top of the key jump shot that rattled home for the win...or at least the lead...in a game we lost actually...anyway...)
i made good passes though...
stifling defense too...mark couldn't do nothin against me...even though he was 9 inches taller...i built the fence in defence...
ran the floor well too...got out on the break...rebounded...
but this paul guy had to go one better...made me feel soft...see he hit the dirt for more loose balls than anybody else all night...guy had like 14 blocks and 79 steals...1003 deflections...
that's my role!...the heart...the grit...the determination...that's me!
who does he think he is coming on my floor and playing my game?
actually i think he must be younger...probably only 28...
hmmm...
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Hobble him.
There comes a time, my friend, when age will compel you to trade in grit and heart for treachery.
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