Inconvenient Giggles
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- kingjulien0
I was one of two white guys on my high school basketball team, the other being a seven foot center who would go on to play Division 1 ball. For most of the season we were the best team in the state, and ranked eigth nationally, although in the section playoffs we were upset a game before we were set to play Los Alamitos, a team led by a lightning quick point guard named Jason Kidd.
Because of the racial dynamic I had a unique perspective on the world. Every day in practice was a challenge, as I was constantly forced to prove my worthiness. On the back of the bus during road trips the shit-talking was done in jest, but it was always nasty, and yet during games or on campus, if anybody fucked with me, these very same guys were the first ones to have my back.
A few minutes ago at the video store, I ran into one of the other point guards on the team, this guy who I used to get high with before practice. I hadn't seen this dude in thirteen years, and yet from across the room I heard this "Yo Rob", followed by a warm smile as he walked over. During the course of catching up, actually within the first two minutes, he talked of his four kids. I congratulated him on being "so productive", which led him to mention that he had just had his sperm count checked at the local clinic. I thought this was an odd detail to tell someone you haven't seen in years, but he went on to cover his vasectomy too - how he was concerned that despite the procedure, he might get his wife pregnant again, thus the need to check his count from time to time - just to be safe.
The whole time he discussed this - in an all too comfortable manner - he was grabbing his crotch openly, saying things like "It's all good, I'm keeping it real, it didn't hurt at all" while yanking his johnson really aggressively. I tried not to notice but he kept doing it, and at a certain point when an elderly woman walked down the same aisle and looked at me with horror during one particularly fanatic tug, I just keeled over in laughter.
It's been a long time since I've hung out in the scene, and it was cool to run into an old pal, but at the same time I've gone in a certain direction and a lot of these fellas seem to have remained the same, and sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who thinks that it's best to keep certain details private.
Perhaps I'm just a prude.