Hello there, sports fans.
Time for another installment in “The Love & Basketball Chronicles: Hate edition”.
This post is about the "Young Meat". For those who didn’t read my blogpost on what a young meat is, here’s a quick review.
After a two week hiatus due to the basketball courts being closed, the gym is back open. So last week, as I was waiting for my game, I went off to the side to shoot some free throws. Well, this young gentleman, who we’ll call “Young Blood” decides to shoot around with me. No problem. Then, it turns into a series of free throw shooting contests, best out of 5. I’m thinking it’s all good (as in no flirting) because this Y.B. is aware of my age.
I was wrong.
So it gets to the tie breaking shot, and he goes “7-7-3.” I laugh it off like “I know he isn’t tryna ask for my number on the sly.
And he repeats it again. I wave him off, because I AIN'T GOING!!!
Before we left the gym, he says “You owe me!” I told him I owe him a Gatorade for losing.
Better to restore your electrolytes, rather than have your ego shattered by me NOT giving you my digits.
K to the...