They played pickup for fifty bucks a man. Jamal put his forty-three dollars on the chain-link fence. “Make it interesting,” he said.
Next possession, Easy-E tried to strip him. Jamal caught the ball, pump-faked so hard that Easy-E flew past like a startled bird. One dribble. Two. Stretch came to block. Jamal didn’t avoid him. He met him. Jumping late, arm straight, he absorbed the contact, held the ball a split second longer than physics allowed, and banked it in as he fell. AND 1 Streetball -rabt althmyl alady-
Flash laughed. “Load, you got heart. But heart don’t cross over.” They played pickup for fifty bucks a man