Outside of being knocked out by a group of strip club bouncers(story is on here somewhere

)
In college we would meet up at the park on Sunday's to play flag football
Now I should have known this day was going to be fukked up because my nikka Eric wasn’t able to come
He was the fastest out of all my friends and we usually made lite work of opposing teams
My regular group came as usual but one of my friends bought an “acquaintance” of our group
Now nobody in our group like dude but we were a man down so we sucked it up for the day

Anyway everybody stretching and shyt and this nikka talking cash shyt to our opps
Now this is Berkeley(Cal) and it ain’t too many of us on campus like that

But the ones that’s on campus
We all cool with each other for the most part
So seeing a group of nikkas(with two Filipino brehs and one Brehito)
The dynamic looked different when your opps are just some white boys and Asians that ain’t even reaching 250
Well that’s where shyt goes sideways
So the “acquaintance” is all in their faces
And my squad like

Why did you bring this loud ass nikka again


Granted buddy is built but man

So why he talking all this shyt
I noticed something is off with the opps
None of them are even remotely intimidated
They just


So we finish and get the game started
We wrecking shop and in my mind
It’s another easy win
My homie Robert just juked the fukk out of this Japanese kid
Kids ankle was on full tilt

So our side is like
Call game clearly your boy can’t play anymore

Nah let us call somebody real quick
This shyt ain’t over

We like Bet
Cocky as fukk

10 minutes pass and a 2001 silver Honda Accord pulls up and out comes the biggest Samoan nikka I’ve every seen in my life(outside of that strip club bouncer

Of course the “acquaintance” sees buddy and starts going in on how his big ass got in that car

And buddy not even reacting
So we all like
shyt maybe it was good this nikka out here talking shyt
So now our opps are like
fukk flag football
Let’s play for real
Put $500 on it since you got that loud mouth

Shieeet we run up the score on this flag
Why not run this shyt up on the real thing

When I tell you this muthafukkin Samoan was laying everybody down on our team

We came out the I-Formation and our QB called an audible
Im not as fast as I used to be but I had a pretty quick first step in my fat ass youth
So I’m running and got some pretty good distance on my defender
I’m running wide open
Dante throws a perfect spiral
I mean some shyt you only see in Madden

As I reach out with my two hands
I did not see this Mack truck ass Samoan nikka at all
This muthafukka commenced to pick me up and
GONE-OUTTA THERE

All I know and what people tell me til this day
I just kept saying
Call my momma
Call my momma

Luckily my only injuries were a mild concussion

And a shoulder sprain

And we never saw that “acquaintance” nikka again
Back in 2013 I ran into that Samoan nikka with my exwife when I went back home at The Hundreds Store
I kept looking at him and I said
Berkeley 2003
And we both just fell out laughing
I ain’t been knocked out like that since
