I remember the first time I saw him in person. He was playing ball on the Southside. He was so tall and handsome; surrounded by a crowd of local fans screaming his name. The girls were touching all over him. They didn't even care that he was pouring sweat. I truly never understood the logic of this behavior. I was a die-hard and all, but I could never see myself acting a fool and crying when meeting him, pushing through a crowd to be seen by him. Wasn't my style at all, so I left my friends right there as they joined the groupie antics and walked home.
One day I was sitting on my older cousin Keisha's porch getting my hair done, and I told her I wanted to meet him. Keisha had bagged plenty of ball players and rappers, and she never appeared to be a groupie or thirsty. They chased her and had no clue they were her prey from Day 1. That's the kind of energy I wanted. I needed her to help me do the same with Daddy. She said herself he wasn't hard to find. He was always hanging out at the local McDonalds, playing ball somewhere or posted. And this I knew, but he was also always surrounded by a million people too. I remember she asked me why'd I want to meet him so bad.
