Basketball, if you've actually played at a high level, will repeatedly humble you. I've played with or against Starbury, Vince Carter, Sheed, Felipe Lopez, Courtney Alexander, Jerry Stackhouse, and an assortment of Division I players. My senior year of high school I went for 18 & 12 in the championship game against a guy who ended up as a key player for a Kentucky title team (his team beat our team for the chip in high school). I was an extremely good player. That's how I know most people have no concept of how good these players actually are. There were very few times from age 16-19 that I walked onto a court or into a gym and wasn't the best or one of the two best players on the court. And the dudes I mentioned made me look like I was playing the wrong sport altogether. The difference in speed is the most striking thing.
I also once got dunked on by a nikka missing his front teeth, rockin timbs, with no underwear on so his ass crack kept showing. Happened on an outdoor court in Harlem. Turned out the dude was an ultra-athletic bum nikka. Sometimes you just gotta take the L.
Also, did someone really post Jay Williams footage as an example? The man severed the main nerve in his leg and broke his pelvis, among other things. He basically has a robocop leg and a permanent slight limp.
This what I be saying. You can tell when cats have never truly been good at something because they take lightly how skilled you have to be in order to compete at a certain level. This is true of any skill or profession. nikkas think it's light work until they're standing across from a man who actually does it for real.
Dogg, I'm 6'6"/6'7", these dudes weren't the same 6'7" as me. Like, whatever it was, they
felt taller and they definitely
were quicker and stronger. I can't even describe it. I still remember 18 and 19 year olds having core strength and body agility that I don't have to this day. I was legitimately confused at what was going on around me and it basically caused me to up and leave the University I was at and give up on hoops.
All y'all cats thinking you can "out shoot" big men and all this nonsense.
I recently thought about returning as a walk on or something for a midwest team (just for fun and to get into elite shape) and started training with my brother who played high-level D1. He did two things that made me change my tune and just focus on getting into shape...fukk basketball.
1.
First Training Session
Just for perspective, my brother played
4/5 all throughout his career. He probably hasn't played seriously in 10 years, maybe more, and is
extremely out-of-shape. We get in the gym and dude takes a few rhythm shots then just starts
bombing from outside. Shot after shot, no rim, no nothing, straight ass net.
nikkas were in the gym just staring at us the whole time.
shyt was unseemly.
2.
Sitting in on his HS Practice
He coaches a high-school team and they were acting up so he finally had enough and hit 'em with the, "y'all can't stop running until I miss a free-throw."
These nikkas were running the whole damn practice. They kept looking up, thinking he was gon miss. These high-school kids were making sounds I'd never heard before. Dudes hit all of the following...
Long story short. I haven't touched a ball since and y'all nikkas are straight delusional.
