The Fault In Our Ball

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Drake - Free Smoke

Now they like, "Aren't you adorable?"

I know the question rhetorical..

I took the team plane from Oracle.

Mama never used to cook much
Used to chef KD
Now me and Chef, KD
Bet on shots for twenty G's..

I brought the game to its knees..

I make too much these days to ever say, "Poor me."

Where you at? I never see you..

Free Smoke, Free Smoke aye!
Free Smoke, Free Smoke aye!
Free Smoke, Free Smoke aye!

Tuesday, April 27th, 2007

Oakland High Gymnasium

Stephen

"Lewis heaves a 3 pointer.. ahh, but it's no good." the commentator spoke into the loud speaker.

"She's been missing hella shots tonight bro."

"Aye man, get off of her dick, maybe she's just tired." I said back to my teammate, Eric, who had just walked down the bleachers to sit beside me.

He chuckled and nudged my arm, "dang bro, I forgot, let me hop off ya girl."

"She's not my girl.. but yeah E, do that."

We both got quiet, I continued to watch the game but then Eric broke the silence between us.

"I'm gonna go down to the concession stand man, wanna come?"

"Nah, ima stay here since it's the last quarter."

"Bet, catch you later bro."

"Fasho." I fist bumped him.

I watched Yn defend the opposing point guard, she knocked the ball from her hands, picked it up and went in for a lay up.

The ball hit the backboard and went in, causing the crowd to go crazy, the score was now 72-67.

I heard the refs whistle blow.

"Uh-oh, looks like the refs are calling some sort of foul on Lewis." the commentator said.

"Defensive foul on number 30, Yn Lewis, reach-in." the ref spoke into the speakers.

"Reach in?! Reach in where?!" she  yelled out at the ref, she was livid. One of her teammates grabbed her by the hand and pulled her off the court.

"Hey Steph." someone came and sat beside me.

"What's up Ayesha?"

"Nothing much.. close game, huh?"

"Yeah" I smiled, "its pretty close."

She smiled back, "soo, who are you taking to prom?"

"I don't even know yet, the plan was to take Yn."