Above the Rim Page #2

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- What are you doing here?

- I'm waiting on you.

- Guess who I'm rolling with.

- Who?

Birdie. Me.

The kid was at the game.

- He wants to meet you.

- For what?

It's a surprise.

Get your sh*t.

Bobby, I'm going to

check you tomorrow.

Cool out.

Close your mouth.

Come on.

Act like you never seen a ass before.

What's up, man?

Is that you, or what?

Well, then pass it if it ain't.

Let's boogie some.

You know what I'm saying?

Hey, what's up, Birdie?

This is my man Kyle Lee Watson.

Kyle Lee Watson, my man Birdie.

Superstar of Monarch, huh?

Kyle Lee Watson?

What kind of country ass name is that?

Sounds like a motherf***er

with a big 1967 afro out to here.

Were you in The Mod Squad?

No, for real. You tore

sh*t up out there tonight, man.

I'm glad somebody see it that way,

'cause my coach was all over my case.

Yeah?

You sure look like the man to me.

See that? I like that.

He's straight out the gut.

It's like none of

this sh*t impresses him.

I like that, homeboy.

Let me show you around the club.

Oh, really?

How many brothers

and sisters you got?

Just me and my mom.

Being alone makes you strong.

You and me a lot alike that way.

He with me, homeboy.

It's cool.

You're going to like it up here.

Damn, I'd like to

get me some of that.

Call her over here.

- Yeah, right.

- Go ahead.

All right, all right.

Y'all gonna get

my club closed down.

Let's get a drink.

Got plenty of time for that later.

All right, take it easy on him, baby.

It's his first time.

What do you want to drink?

Give him some orange juice.

Steal a couple of minutes

with you later?

Let me introduce you to somebody.

Friend of mine.

I know Kyle Watson.

You got a nice game.

Thanks.

You really snuck up on us,

growin' 4 inches over the summer.

Kids like this keep me on my toes.

Think you got everybody figured,

and then... like that, they change.

You're still unsigned, right?

Waiting on Georgetown?

How did you know that?

It's my business.

I know a lot of schools that would

like a nice point guard like you.

Well, I guess you got

the shoot-out now

locked up with Kyle, huh?

What are you, about an 11?

111/2.

See you around.

- I'll catch you, B.

- All right, man.

What's up, man?

You running with me or what?

Hey, look, Birdie, I'd like to,

but my coach already

asked me to run with him.

Come on.

Not the same coach

that was tripping

on your game, right?

There's more to life to getting a shot

than just hitting that jumper,

you know what I'm sayin'?

I know you want the finer things in life.

I can get them for you.

All you got to decide

is how bad you want it.

I wouldn't ask you to play for me

unless it was good

for the both of us.

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