Principal,
is talking to some of the teachers
on the other side of the gym.
Iâm feeling better already.
Coach calls us in,
does his Phil Jackson impersonation.
Love ignites the spirit, brings teams together,
he says.
JB and I glance at each other,
ready to bust out laughing,
but Vondie, our best friend,
beats us to it.
The whistle goes off.
Players gather at center circle,
dap each other,
pound each other.
Referee tosses the jump ball.
Game on.
The Sportscaster
JB likes to taunt and
trash talk
during games
like Dad
used to do
when he played.
Â
When I walk onto
the court
I prefer silence
so I can
Watch
React
Surprise.
Â
I talk too,
but mostly
to myself,
like sometimes
when I do
my own
play-by-play
in my head.
Joshâs Play-by-Play
Itâs game three for the two-and-oh Wildcats.
Number seventeen, Vondie Little, grabs it.
Nothing
little
about that kid.
The Wildcats have it,
first play of the game.
The hopes are high tonight at
Reggie Lewis Junior High.
We destroyed Hoover Middle
last week, thirty-two to four,
and we wonât stop,
canât stop,
till we claim the championship trophy.
Vondie overhead passes me.
I fling a quick chest pass to my twin brother, JB,
number twenty-three, a.k.a. the Jumper.
Iâve seen him launch it from thirty feet before,
ALL NET.
That boy is special, and it doesnât hurt
that Chuck âDa Manâ Bell is his father.
And mine, too.
JB bounces the ball back to me.
JBâs a shooter, but Iâm sneaky
and silky as a snakeâ
and you thought my hair was long.
Iâm six feet, all legs.
OH, WOWâDID YOU SEE THAT NASTY CROSSOVER?
Now you see why they call me Filthy.
Folks, I hope you got your tickets,
because Iâm about to put on a show.
cross·o·ver
[ KRAWS-OH-VER ]
noun
Â
A simple basketball move
in which a player dribbles
the ball quickly
from one hand
to the other.
Â
As in: When done right,
a
crossover
can break
an opponentâs ankles.
Â
As in: Deron Williamsâs
crossover
is nice, but Allen Iversonâs
crossover
was so deadly, he couldâve set up
his own podiatry practice.
Â
As in: Dad taught me
how to give a soft cross first
to see if your opponent falls
for it,
then hit âem
with the hard
crossover.
The Show
A
quick
shoulder SHAKE,
a
slick
eye FAKEâ
Number 28 is               way past late.
Heâs reading me like a
BOOK
but I turn the page
and watch him look,
which can only mean I got him
SHOOK.
His feet are the bank
and Iâm the crook.
Breaking, Braking,
taking him to the leftâ
now heâs took.
Number 14 joins in . . .
Now heâs on the          H
                                       O
                                          O
                                             K
I got TWO in my kitchen
and Iâm fixing to COOK.
Preppinâ my meal, ready for glass . . .
Nobodyâs expecting Filthy to p a s s
I see Vondie under the hoop
so I serve him up my
Alley- oop.
The Bet, Part One
Weâre down by seven
at halftime.
Trouble owns our faces
but Coach isnât worried.
Says we havenât found our rhythm yet.
Then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere
Vondie starts dancing the Snake,
only he looks like a seal.
Then Coach blasts his favorite dance music,
and before you know it
weâre all doing the Cha-Cha Slide:
To the left, take it back now, yâall.
One hop this time, right foot, letâs
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