Clipped
Train-of-Thought Basketball
Ben
“Yo kid, where you at? I thought you was playin’ d’… Check it up… C’mon, cut. There it is. Y’all just got burnt… Check. Nah, to him. Aight then. Put it up. Good shit. Let’s go… We on a roll now… Pass it… or shoot it, as long as it goes in… You see this? Miss it? Yeah? Ah well. You just got jayed on bitch. Don’t look at the ball, focus. Concentration is the key… Well, that and skills… Out?! Whadya mean ‘out’? Aight, aight, y’all ball. Let’s see whatcha got… Damn son, you gonna do somethin’ or just stand there all day? C’mon, make a move… What?! Time out? You’re glasses broke? In half? Maybe now you’ll hit rim, ‘stead of all them airballs… So y’all is finally startin’ to put some points up on the board. Score a couple more times and I might start sweatin’… Our ball son… Aight, you stripped me. Shit happens, prove you earned it… Charge bitch. Give me the ball. I wasn’t movin’ nowhere… Nice chuck… Foul?! Don’t be a little bitch. You bleedin? No? Then no foul. Get your ass back on the court. I’ll even give you ball… Good steal. Let’s go. Hook me up, I could take him. Yo son, just gimmie the damn ball. You just got scooped… You bigger than me, and I’m still torchin’ yo’ ass. Halftime? You wanna break?? Aight. Whatever. It aint fun burnin’ someone who don’t move… Get some water, it’s up on the porch… You wasn’t lookin’ for these was you? Broken ass shits, who needs ‘em anyway? I’ll drop ‘em. I’ll do it. Right into the ol’ shit bucket. Oh shit!!!”
Shapel (Shay)
“Shut up. Anyone ever tell you you talk too much? You made a shot, we noticed, let’s get on with it… Damn. Why you aint helpin me out? You was over there?? So what. Run… Again man! I’m tellin’ you that shit’s a travel. I don’t give a fuck ‘bout fuckin’ Kobe Bryant, steps is steps… Yo son, we comin’ back… Time out, time out. Whadya mean why? My glasses broke jackass. What are you laughing at?… Ah son, you got got ripped… How come you aint talkin’ now? Prove I earned it? Take this. Arrrggghhhh! What?! Charge, what the fuck you talkin ‘bout? You was tryin’ to get out the way. Fuck it. Here… My bad. Did I just pop one in your eye?… Foul, son. No blood, no foul!? What kinda fuckin’ rule is that?… Damn kid, how you gonna let him strip you like that??… That was bullshit. Yo, I’m tired, halftime. I’m thirsty. Motherfucker! Put those down. I’ll kill you! Aaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh! Crush, kill, destroy. Crush, kill, destroy. Yeah, I thought you was leavin’. Good riddance. What are you starin’ at?”
Akie
“Why’s he gotta go there? He’s been talkin’ shit the whole game and now he’s about to drop the glasses into the shit pile. He’s gonna cross the line. Shay’s gonna go off any second now. Holy shit!!! Mother fucker did not just jump over the porch railing. That thing’s gotta be eight feet high. Yo Shay, come here for a sec. How the fuck did you do that? Do what?!?! Jump onto the fuckin’ porch, dumbass!! You don’t know?? Stuff like that doesn’t just happen. Anyway, I guess Ben’s not comin’ back. What’s teams?”