SOMEWHERE IN NEW YORK
naked breast: I, Daniel, white, shaved and tattooed, height 1.86, weight 95 pounds, good shooter discontinuous, kilograms under the basket, jump and defend very little I really want to play. Brian, yellow boy, height 1.92, weight 85 kilos, slender, athletic big media, but more than 50 cm did not make, great desire to play. Shad, African-American pigtails, height 1.90, weight 105 pounds, a large volumetric space, wickedness seeping from every pore, charming hand, elbows flying, a lot of apparent desire to create physical contact worthy of a fight. Colored T-shirt: Leo or Cleon, an African American, 1.95 height, weight 90 pounds, super verticality, crushing two-handed back hand from outside the quadrilateral, the desire to play with other zero desire to see all passersby on the sidewalk that he is a great athlete 1 billion. Nixon, African-American, long dreadlocks (like a Supreme Allah in the show "Oz"), small eyes almost Korean, height 1.90 weight 80 pounds very little, jump a lot and puts the average long-distance, practically does not defend, moderate want to play, great desire to do come for the evening meeting at Fulton Street with the pusher. Jo or Cho, Thai, 1.80 m, weight 75 pounds, intoxicating shortstop, starting in fulminant hesitation, to put it out hardly ever, and lots of trabordante wants to play. "Let's play Fellaz" rock 'n' roll. Our ball, as usual you get to 11 (11 baskets, which we are to 21 points, the same thing), my direct opponent is Jo, I pass the ball like I usually bounce off the ground. Restores me put in his hand. I try to surprise everyone, Nixon and Leo seem distracted, giving birth at full speed to my left, but Jo clearly beat him literally going to Nixon, that settles me a super cleaver, diverting, as well as almost my nose, even the ball out. Shad call on Brian, that falsely appears listless, pretending to pull slowly while Nixon is in the right position, allowing him down and just left. Brian cares right side by the extension of free throw and go undisturbed, without help, Nixon is burned, easy lay-ups. 1-0 for us. Start again Brian, Nixon gave him the ball crushed to the ground with the effect, in a bezel. Is looked down in post-Shad, who with his ass is the space in area such as Shaq, Leo steps back with his elbow resting on his back, quickly turn and shoot left Shad supported the board, another easy basket. 2-0. Brian is officially tacit admission for the playmaker of the team, he starts games. As soon as the ball is playable right now to go for a pick 'n' roll, he takes a flash. Jo Nixon does not call to the block and it crashed on me at the elbow. Brian comes readily to iron, but lay up, made it a little difficult aid (miracolo!!) Leo, is short, so I forgot the whole world, take the offensive rebound and support to the board from below. Shad with knuckle knuckle against the basket, 3-0. Brian starts but immediately exits from its tile, try shooting from the foul line after two seconds, crooked and short, Jo took the rebound and goes out. Jo dribbling, is a pair of eight between her legs, I look at about two meters. I heard them coming a block on the left hand when Jo, I try to take the best diagonal pass to the block before passing Jo. I can not, the block of Nixon is deep and very wide legs, tripping over her thighs and I am frustrated by the dread in the face, while Jo stops by the low post and score a table. 3-1. "My bad" I say, as very often happens to me, my fault. E'Jo beginning for them, so I have to pass the ball to start the action. Same game as before, get the hang of Nixon. This seems a little rasta leggerino, so I decide to use force. The above passage literally, the asphalt on the ground, but its blockade is equally successful, because I remain that meter back and Jo, in photocopy before, shuts down in low post and score of the board, without the slightest aid Shad. 3-2. I feel a little fool, it's time to wake up, I tell myself. Jo starts, I themselves that within him is if the grinning. Some hate it. This time runs from left to Leo, Leo threw out again for Jo, almost on the fly gives it to Nixon on the right, one against another in a low-post, but Nixon is too light to Brian, who enters the cylinder and makes force an ugly fade-away is that the prey of Shad without even touching the iron. I walk out to receive, I motion to Brian to stay in post, and serve immediately. After a couple of seconds is always back to the basket, so I go in front, between the strange indifference of Jo. Brian passed me, and five meters, almost from the corner a little shifted to the elbow, put it. 4-2. The tacit agreements say that now I am the point guard, Brian and Shad are in post, we're fine. As soon as I see again a high-low with Shad, I give it to him and is an easy basket. 5-2. Beginning to be of discontent between Nixon and Leo, argue over who was to close and to take on the position in the area. The momentum is clearly on our side. Jo seems to be lost, does not understand what kind of player is he does not know whether to trust or not to let a few meters, is half way, if you pretended to bloats into the very area where I stay a bit out out shyly. Need more Shad, who abuses area in Leo, Leo is doing a bad impression after another, and no longer able to attack and to see what is explosive in the crush. 6-2. I smell the blood, tremble to sink my teeth into the flesh of the bather. Short pass to Shad who understands my intention, and immediately gives back to me. From the free throw put the front. 7-2. As my usual, when I praise became coy and too demanding, then try again the next possession in the shooting, failing by four meters. Bounce Leo, who seems angry, you can easily see who wants one on one with Shad. The burns on the right, and the help of Brian supports protecting the board with iron, with a significant jump. 7-3, someone behind the net applaud the athletic movement. The last thing we wanted was Leo in the window with someone who admired him. Start over him, go to Jo and cut just inside, Jo is very good at finding the right time and serves him, the ball remains in the hands of Leo in the running for a millisecond, to settle into the basket after two thousandths. 7-4, clap, sad story. Leo still with the ball, Jo goes to bring him a lock to go right, incredibly Shad takes the change and remains with Jo, and touches me to go back to Leo. I wait just inside the area, openly defy him shooting, I can not do anything else. A blowhard as he can not refuse, pull, and wrong, but aided by a rebound in our sleep Nixon catch the ball and score despite the failure of Brian, what is even worse for our psychological status. 7-5, suddenly a pit. 6:00 to 7:00, but those bastards out of the network does not have to do is be there to enhance our opponents and shouting at every basket?!? Leo is the master of the stage, and hopefully gives a bit of discontent among fellow, visibly irritated by his long rallies and useless toys. Leo thinks he has a reliable shot, he is wrong. Pull the four meters to the right, but as the second iron / board, signal not complete mastery. To deflate the bounce Shad balloon, which seems even more angry than his sly grin not already reveal. Ball to me, I would not dream of taking responsibility for a shot now that incacchiato Shad is so, then passing to Brian in his low-post. Beautiful movement on the bottom line, marked by a scandalous hooking, but since we are in New York and legend has it that if there is an autopsy is not a foul, Brian marks of the board from the bottom line. 8-5. I'd already shut the bastard over the net, but the time is not ripe yet. The inertia of the still feel me, and without conscience, upon receiving the ball from Brian to the extension of the free throw (I was still free, Jo I inexplicably waited inside the area), shooting, and wrong. I try not to make eye contact with Shad, just when I realize that Brian stole the ball to Leo who had caught the rebound. Ok, on another occasion, Brian is on the bezel and I in post-low. I receive and I understand now that Jo tribulations in that position, so I approached a little behind and I turn to pull, when the last second I see that Leo has come off, and a servant under the basket that put it perfectly free Shad. 9-5. Shad almost smiles, gives me the knuckle under the basket. The rest is academic, they are clinically dead, Brian puts incredible from the foul line, and even in the low post Shad abuses of Leo (his fans if they were already gone ... "all at home, eh eh, all at home, oh oh ...") and the board supports the goal of victory. 11-5, somewhere in New York.
Daniele Vecchi,
Playground in New York