Well, saw my brother play in his intramural championship game out in West Bubblefuck, Virginia on Saturday. Both teams were undefeated, but unfortunately my brothers team did not prevail. Overall, the game was sheer comedy. From poor coaching to poor refereeing, to lazy game play by my brother (who is fifteen and is already taller than me). Oh gosh, there was this one dude on my brother’s squad, #10…this cat was out of control off the dribble. Why the coach kept letting him run point is a mystery. The irony is, my brother’s team beat themselves. There were only two dudes who really scored anything, #2 and #5. My brother’s team would do things like foul the only two scorer’s in overtime and put them on the line. It was a travesty. Not to mention the league he was in was so bootleg, the teams didn’t even have names. Nope, you’d call them by the color of their jersey. Oh, and each kid had to play two quarters, which is very fair, but alleviates things like, I don’t know…work ethic. If your guaranteed run, why try to get better? The rest of the comedy was how loud I was and how quiet the other people were. I don’t know how folks do basketball in West Bubblefuck, Virginia, but round here we talk much shit. Then when my father, sister, and brother and law got there…a laugh a minute. Everybody got clowned even harder; the ref’s, the coaches, the player’s, shit…even my brother!
After the game, I went to my brother’s mom’s house and kicked it there for a few hours. During which, I got to play Lord of the Rings on X Box (quite entertaining), and got a good home cooked meal. Carol (my first step- mom) did her thing with the oriental chicken and rice. Things that good normally come with a price, but, whatever.
The next day, I lounge while I should be preparing for the slam @ Teaism. I head out to Teaism after trying to, uhhh, lighten my load, still feeling hemmed up. Dude, I get to the spot, and have to, ughhh…test the plumbing. Prior to that, tho’…Before I even make it downstairs I can hear Kom’s voice on the mic and he’s doing “Put It to Music”, which I’ve still only heard once. I run into Sharron, who I haven’t seen in ages. I also see Granma Dave in the house. Even saw Alexander, a dope ass poet who’s been MIA for like a year now. So anyways, I sit and hear a few cats spit, like Twain Dooley, and have to go…again. The bathroom is occupied which forces me outside to look for other means of relief. This brother that was watching the door of the building next door was nice enough to look out for me in my time of need. Like I said, the chicken was yummy, but I didn’t know it was going to come with a price. Eventually, I wind up slamming on an empty stomach…but I do okay. The wild shit is that it was almost cancelled because we were in there way too late. We had to do the second round outside. This cutie named Miko came in first, followed by Drew Anderson and Granma Dave respectively. The judges were wack, man. They gave some cats like 15's and 20's...wow. Haterrific!! I called it a night after taking Lynn to McDonald’s and running into Q as we were leaving the parking lot of Micky D’s. Cool weekend, just went by kinda fast.