“I’m sayin you two versus me. To five. Five dollars. Coo?”
Just moments before, he’d approached them, this old man with a salt and pepper afro. Josh and Sanders furrowed their brows.
“Ight,” Josh said.
Sanders looked at the man’s shoes: AND1. Cheap.
“Make it, take it.”
The boys gave him space.
Ching. Ching. Ching.
The basketball touched only the rusted steel net.
Ching. Ching.
“Geezus,” said Sanders.
“Pay up, fellas.”
“You play pro?” Josh asked.
“How you think I paid for my baby?” he retorted, lifting up his shirtsleeve.
Dr. Jay was inscribed on his wrinkled bicep with ’70-’73 underneath.
I loved the “salt and pepper Afro” description but didn’t get the reference, unfortunately.
The slang seemed natural and well paced and carried the story well.
I especially liked the use of “Ching” because it evoked a great sound in my mind.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julius_Erving 🙂
May he keep hoopin it up! Highly enjoyable.
Really well done
Wonderful–and great!