I remember one time I was shooting hoops on the street with some neighborhood pals when Skeez was rollerblading past. He super politely asked if he could join for a few points and we of course indulged him. Despite his less than athletic appearance and subpar footwear, I sensed a powerful aura about him and chucked him on my team. First play I launch an admittedly low flying pass through the zone to my man Skeez in the paint. Somehow he managed to jump and scoop it up from WELL below knee height as he manipulated his body to twist and (whilst still airborne) blow a kiss to a Mazda Miata with an instantly single mother driving by as he threw down a magnitude 9 two hander. He then bladed off into the sunset without saying a word and left us in the settling dust of the now dozens of slowly collapsing houses. Upon cleaning up the rubble, building inspectors realized that every single house affected had actually been built with incredibly flammable materials that would’ve easily ignited with a warm breeze. Skeez saved my entire street and I still get chills thinking about that slam.
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