Get Some!

Imagine all the hoopers dreaming of playing in the biggest stage and performing in front of thousands and thousands of screaming crowd while millions of fans are watching around the globe. They all have the hoop dreams and only a few are able to make it to that level. For some, having a cup of coffee in the NBA is a huge accomplishment.

Picture it. Jordan making his way down the court, he dribbles crosses left, behind the back spin move, skips through the lane, off the glass, windmill dunk over Mt Motumbo. The crowd goes wild!!!

Everyone has the same 24 hours in a day, what separates the weekend hoopers and the real ballers is what they do within those 24 hours.

Just like a 24 seconds shot clock. What will you do within those 24 seconds determines whether you're a loser or a winner.

Meanwhile, it's 2 o'clock in the afternoon. There is a basketball court behind the school where hardly anybody plays. The sun is beating down the hot concrete and there is a kid in his sandals shooting baskets. This young 12 years old darkskin Filipino kid have the biggest smile on his face while rebounding his own shot. Despite have a ball with lumps all over it and he is focused on making the shot on a wooden backboard with a rusty looking rim. He is imagining he's in a stadium full of people and being guarding by a lock down defender.

"Here we go. Ten seconds left on the clock. Benny is at the top of the key. Dribbles left, crossover to right, hesi shot, between the legs, step back to the elbow, shoots over the defense! 3-2-1 Buzzerrr!!! Ohh he banked in a midrange!! Benny Buckets did it again! Put the ball in his hands and that's an automatic dub!!!"

As the ball rolled to the dirt, he imitated one of the most iconic celebrations in basketball.

Nothing amounts to the happiness on his face even the money he will make in the future.

He must have shot more than 300 shots and he can only remember a few makes where he was satisfied with his results. From a distance, you could tell from the sound of the backboard that he missed more than he made. Clack, clack, clack. Heck, with all those brinks he can build his own gym. No matter. Benny is diligent and he believes it's all in the process but he is nowhere near being an average hooper.

Time flys when you're having fun and Benny completely forgot he still needs to be in class. Sixth Grade is not going to take care of itself.

He gather his sweaty gear and made his way back to school. On the sidewalk, there is an older gentleman walking towards Benny.

"Ay yo, young buck! You think you can hoop?"

Benny, "OG, you don't want none of this smoke. I don't want to send you back to retirement."

OG, "You got jokes. I could say the same about your jumper. I love watching lefties hoop but your jumper is tough to watch when you shoot like Shaq. You can't even throw a rock in the ocean."

"Look OG. My jumper is average but my handles is sick."

As OG walks closer to Benny he jokingly said, "Damn, like that? Okay, bet."

" If you can pass me with your "sick" handles then I'll give you $20."

Benny, "Bet! I'm going to be $20 richer today! I want my $20 crispy, too!"

OG, "Dawg, I'm going to lock you up. You got the whole sidewalk and the concrete is out of bounce. Better yet, if you get pass me with your best move I buy you a new ball. It's going to be better than that beat up bald ball you got."

Benny accept the challenge and he thinks this old man can't even guard with those Timberlands he got on.

As he got ready to mix this old dude up. The OG said, "Quit calling me OG, the name is Bean."

Benny responds, "Alrite, Old Bean. Come get some!"

Old Bean got on his stance and he seemed like a giant when he spread his arm. He exude an aura like a real baller and Benny felt the pressure. Ben shrugged it off and immediately went into his bag.

Two dribbles left, cross to right, toss shamgod to the left, between the legs back to the right hand and as he shifted his weight and took another step he smoothly executed an AI killer crossover back to his left hand. Boom, blow by!!!!

Ben was convince the move he work on a thousand times was super effective in this narrow sidewalk. He tries to dribble the ball again but didn't feel it on his hand.

Meanwhile, Old Bean was spinning the ball on his fingertips like a Harlem Globetrotters.

"Boy, all bark no bite. What was your name again?"

Ben replies, "Benny."

"Benny, I don't doubt your handles. You can tell you got handles by the way this ball feels. It's tough to handle the ball when it got bumps all over it. Your biggest mistake was the pressure between your legs. The pressure you felt when I lock you up is called killer instinct or Mamba Mentality if you want to be fancy."

"I felt the pressure but I trust my work and I knew I can blow by you. I guess I gotta go back to the lab."

Today isn't the day Benny became $20 richer. However, it won't be long until he will be making killer moves on the biggest stage in the world.

Bean, "Well you better get back to class young buck."

"Alright, Mr. Bean. I'll see you around."

He walked back to school while being disappointed that his move didn't work. Doubt is always part of a hoopers mindset. You think you can or you think you can't. Are you willing to try again if it doesn't work?

By the time he got close to the school entrance then he realize he forgot the most important thing.

"Damn, he hustle me for my ball!! Now I gotta back after school to find him. Man, I hope don't get caught sneaking back to class."