Take me out coach...set me on the bench..between the blackness... take me from the ball hogging...my vain dribbling...just so Kenny...or Penny...or Calvin...can throw it up...the gym isn't even the same...not even the game...all shook and jive...each man for himself...no limit they say...to the me...me....me....take me way, way back...when I was a cub in Kentucky...the boys rotated through the options....waiting for the open man...at the end of the play...not the first pass...after crossing center court....to Orville and the JV...a West Virginia protege...of West and how to play....telling me...you could go far....far....and then the blackness came....and I was no longer the answer from Kentucky...just another spastic white boy....out of place...in this place....of such blackness....
snowflake...
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