The NBA Draft came and went, and once again my name went uncalled. I tried pleading my case with the Boston Celtics when they moved back to the number 3 slot, but I never got a DM. I was very upfront and honest about my skillset, and I still did not get their attention.
At one point last night, I got really excited by an unknown caller on my cell. When I answered it and excitedly asked if it was Magic Johnson, the unamused lady on the other end just said “no, your rent is overdue.” Not the call I wanted for a couple reasons. I guess LA settled for that Ball kid. I need to get my dad to hype me up more to the media.
I don’t know what it is; maybe the fact that I’m a 31 year old, 6′ 1”, overweight power forward? I averaged at least 5 and 5 in my old man’s league that I played in four years ago. I scored 18 of our 25 points during an intramural game loss in college. I grabbed the rim that one time. I’ve only had one major knee surgery. I really think there are 30 teams missing out on a great opportunity. Until they call my name, I’ll be shooting hoops in the park with a chip on my shoulder, and anxiously waiting by my phone on draft night 2018.