"This is kind of a feel-good story, in a sense. I had a friend in high
school, named Eddie. We called him “chicken wing” because he was
skinnier than Tayshaun Prince before he came into the NBA.
There was five of us and we had our own little team when we were
14-years old. Well Eddie used to always say that he could dunk. Every
time we’d show up to the park and he’d already be there he’d be like,
“Oh man, I dunked it today! I dunked it today!” And we were like,
This used to go on for years. It started when we were 14 but
then we were sophomores, juniors, seniors and none of those years he
could dunk the ball.
So when I went off to college and the summer before my freshman
year, I got a phone call. My friend was on the other line and he’s
like, “Yo, Eddie passed away.” And I was like, “What?! What happened?”
And he started laughing.
So I was like, “What the hell are you laughing for?”
He goes, “It’s funny, but it’s not funny …”
“OK, can you explain why the hell you’re laughing?!”
He was like, “Well we were playing five-on-five …”
“All right …”
“And Eddie went up and dunked it and he got so excited that he collapsed.”
And you know what? I totally forgot about him dying and I was
like, “Eddie dunked?! You got to be kidding me. He really dunked it?!”"
...lesið áfram bloggfærsluna " Reminds me of a story"
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