I was a mistake baby (they never told me, but I knew), so I had an old dad.
That's my nicca, though. Baseball was our chit, he taught me how to hit and catch and pitch an alladat. He always played like wasn't a basketball player...but once we were shootin' around in the driveway, and the nicca FLUSHED the rock with one hand without a running start. To this day, he acts like he never did it, on some "Young Sabo face" ish. lol
Now my mama? She was the hooper. Her and my aunts were all-state in HS. She still got a shot, too. It's ugly, but her J is butter...