Stay in Your Lane | Lonzo Ball

Chapter 3

Lonzo

Within the next week we played three games and came out with three wins. I had pretty good showings. Coach expressed that he was proud of my performances. Although it was only for one day, celebrating Thanksgiving with my family was much needed. Being surround by genuine love and support was often taken for granted. Basketball never stopped though.Tonight was a big match up for us against Texas A&M at home. They were a pretty solid team. We would definitely have to come to play with our best effort.

I sat back in my locker, vibing to my music as I put on my leg sleeves and laced up my shoes. Music always got me ready to go. My game day playlist consisted of a mix of Future, Drake, Migos and Chance the Rapper.

Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy

They say my whole hood got it under investigation
They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk
They know we talk that lick talk, that lick talk
Ten million dollars cash, fuck a friend
Started sipping syrup, I've been geeked ever since

Gotta keep that heat on the scene ever since
You know we talk that stick talk, that stick talk
I'm 'bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy
'Bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy
You can't understand us cause you're too soft
Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery

The zone I was getting into was interrupted by an incoming text.

Daina: Hey babe, something last minute came up and I won't be able to make it! I'm so sorry 😩

Dana never missed my games unless she had soccer, but her season ended right before Thanksgiving. Definitely had me looking sideways and rereading to make sure I read it correctly.

Lonzo: why what happened? You ok?

Daina: school work. Paper due at 11pm and I haven't started. Fml

Lonzo: oh ok

Daina: don't be mad at me pls

Lonzo: I'm not. Just trying to focus. Ttyl

Daina: good luck! I love you.

Right now wasn't the time to stress it. She had came to my game last night, so I couldn't be too selfish about it. I'd worry about that later.

Lonzo: love you too.

Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy

They say my whole hood got it under investigation

They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk
They know we talk that lick talk, that lick talk
Ten million dollars cash, fuck a friend
Started sipping syrup, I've been geeked ever since

Gotta keep that heat on the scene ever since
You know we talk that stick talk, that stick talk
I'm 'bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy
'Bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy
You can't understand us cause you're too soft
Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery

Game time came quickly. Running out to an arena full of screaming fans loyal to the blue and gold was an adrenaline rush like no other. I was called out among the starting five. A spot that I earned contrary to what some people may think.

Before jump ball I spotted my family sitting in the front row. Dad, mom and my two younger brothers. No Daina. I shrugged it off and brought my focus back to where it needed to be.

The game was a tight one throughout and very physical. I held my own though. The lead the flipped back and forth with three to five point runs from each squad. I focused on my job of being point guard. The distributor. Floor general. Quarterback if you will. Making everyone around me better. Getting my teammates open looks and capitalizing on the ones that I had.
We nailed clutch free throws towards the end of the fourth and came away with the seven point win. I was interviewed shortly after, where the sports analyst told me how impressive my 25 point, 8 assist and 5 steal performance was. I took the focus off myself and gave my teammates the credit.

I waved at my family who were now standing on the sidelines. After giving my mom a quick hug and my bros and dad dap, I hustled on back to the locker room.