So, does anyone know what it’s like to run in slow motion? Like, no camera tricks or movie trickery? Well, that’s exactly what I was doing yesterday, son. *Sigh* Who the fuck told me that I could still play basketball, man? On the real, my entire body has committed treason and mutiny against me, fam. All I know is, two hours after I un-retired from basketball, I hung my jersey back up in the rafters, bruh. Frankly, my run is over, folks. Keeping it a buck, I just have to accept my washed-dom and move on, brethren.
Ok, let me be honest for a second, son. Now, literally EVERY injury I’ve ever had has come as a result of playing ball. Shit, I broke my left leg, tore my right knee cartilage, badly sprained both ankles AND dislocated by left pinky finger. However, my dumbass just kept on playing, man. Why? Because of an insane love of the game, fam. Hell, to put this in perspective, my love of basketball used to be neck-and-neck with my love of music, bruh. Yeah, it was THAT real, people.
Anyway, after the birth of my second child, I kinda strayed away from the game, son. Not because I lost any love, but because I just didn’t have the time, man. Moving on, in the last few weeks, I decided to get back in the game, fam. So, I laced up my kicks and hit the gym, bruh. Needless to say, my body HATES me today, brethren. Like, every time I take a step, I can hear my knees saying “what the fuck is wrong with you?!” Real talk, by the time I got home, my wife thought I got hit by a truck, folks. That’s how labored I was walking, people.
In the end, I’m legitimately in pain as I write this, son. Ultimately, the glory days are over, man. By and by, my jumper may still be good, but my basketball fitness is traaaaaaash, fam! At the end of the day, I’m going to just stick to boxing and lifting, bruh. All in all, I don’t need these type of shenanigans anymore, folks. So, RIP to my basketball career, brethren. It was great while it lasted. LC out.