I learned that lesson back in college playing pickup. Thought I was nice as hell, had played against some D1 bench warmers and held my own. This one cat came there who was D1 too (don't even remember his name) and you can tell he was just trying to get a run in without risking injury so he's just shooting jumpers and not really playing D. I'm popping mad shyt. This nikka came down and broke my ankles three straight time, the last one he hit me with a hesi crossover that spun me around so bad I twisted my right ankle and left knee up. Sometimes you got to show nikkas and shut em up.





