“and me would talk for real. We’d listen to the coach go on about what he wanted to do. But we’d always catch each other’s eye, and wait for him to finish. Then we’d put our heads together and come up with all kinds of plans to win games on our own. I never trusted anybody more than J.R. He could see things clear and would always tell me the truth. Even if I was playing like crap, he’d say it to my face and wouldn’t cut me any slack. That’s what I was worried about most when I took Fat Anthony’s... money—hiding it from J.R. He might have known I was holding back on playing my best from the beginning. Then he would have been all over me for dogging it on the court. At least J.R. never had to see me dump a single play. There are no locker rooms at Rucker Park. Everything’s out in the open, so you got to keep yourself in check. Ballers don’t hide under a helmet or sit in a dug-out. You play in shorts and a tank top, and people can see every muscle twitch. So you can’t let on that you’re tired or pissed off, or the other team will use that to prop themselves up.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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