Thursday, May 7, 2009

Growing up Hood

When I used to play games at the Water Tower, perhaps the most significant off-court distraction was the inevitable decision between eating at the Italian Oven or The Depot post-game. And the concern over being molested by unnamed coaches,  but that's neither here nor there. Sometimes the Germantown Ave. Roy Rogers presented an interesting third alternative, but rarely did I need to take my focus off Matt Gordy, Matt Tuzman, or Matt Gillespie. 

Not so for Ron Artest. Whereas we played hoops within a stone's throw from Caffette, lil' Ron played hoops within a stone throw of a crazy table leg-yielding assassin who voiced his displeasure with any on-court antics by killing players via splinters and loose nails. Young black men in this country really do face insurmountable challenges. 

Ron, here's to you and your picture-perfect account of your youth. No one will ever doubt your credibility in a court of law, I assure you. Props to Big Ben out of Fairmount for bringing this gem to the DR's attention.




9 comments:

  1. No one told Ron that his friend was a vampire. What happened was no accident. Well played, Van Helsing, well played.

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  2. comment of the year competition is officially closed.

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  3. remember the noodle straws at the italian oven?! I tasted a white russian for the first time there...delish! thanks big firm, for stirring up old memories of chestnut hill eateries!

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  4. Kobe, tell me how my table leg tastes.

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  5. hello, laker fans. oh wait, wrong blog. never mind. anyway, i did see on the internet that ron's table-leg-stabbing story was verified via NYTimes. stabbed in the BACK!

    kobe 4eva

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  6. Firm,

    you only have true love for A. Chism.

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  7. I'm more of a Jared Medley fan, throw in a little Ben Wyatt and/or Jared Pontz, actually.

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  8. Hi, I'm Matt Tuzzman
    I like to smile.

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