When coach Mayo didn't die before my senior year in HS.
Although I didn't hoop in HS, I was still hooping against the best grown nigggas around the city to keep my game on point.
I would try out for the team, make it and then be like fucck the coach.
I was a young hot head and didn't want to: wear suits to school on game day, wear Nick Van Exel socks during the game or cut my beard off.
Now I wear suits to work, can't have a beard and make a substantial amount of money less than NBA Players. I'll never forget CJ Miles use to just shake his head at a niggga when he saw me in the hallway