The thing about the 24 Hour Fitness thing is that it is clear obvious explanation why I can never care about anyone ever. That I did a move that was even more powerful and strong than the random dribble against the random guy.

You’re saying you can ignore how I explained to everyone in great detail many many different times. The two casual basketball games at 24 Hour Fitness. Clear obvious proof why athletes are not athletes at all.

There were two games with the same people but in completely different teams. 3 on 3. The first game was me and maybe the 7 foot tall guy that could shoot 3 pointers. And I never really got the ball at all either game except the end of the game.

I think I was fumbling a little because my ankle was still numb and I was playing in Uggs like Adidas shoes. But at the end of the first game the Kobe Bryant son that is also a gang member in Saint Louis or something was guarding me. And he didn’t really do anything either game.

And no one really did anything the entire game and it was mostly all layups. I bet this random brown guy would believe like he was great. The first game was not that great for me, but I don’t think I particularly played bad. At the end of the first game the Kobe Bryant Wiz Khalifa guy was guarding me and I just went to the right and made a layup from the top of the key.

He didn’t really move or was guarding my left and was just kinda slower and taller. The second game was more interesting because the 7 foot guy that kept spinning over and over again was on the other team.

The guy was probably 260 lbs or 300 lbs. They never even said Shaq was 300 lbs. He had the ball in the corner and was sinking 3’s during practice. And I guarded him with my leg so he could not go to his right. I was still humungous at the time.

And then he thought about going to the left and then I stretched out my right arm and right leg to shut him down in the corner really quickly running to him at the corner. Before he passed the ball. The Brown guy was sinking tons of 3 pointers and wasn’t passing to me. And I clanked one that I had open 3 at the top of the key but it wasn’t all bad because I wasn’t healthy yet at all.

Then at the end of the game I had the ball in the same location, at the top of the key. And the Tractor Trailer guy only short and immobile was guarding me. And he as didn’t really move. And I went right again.

And then the 7 foot guy reached out from my right side to grab the ball. And had his entire hand on the ball. And then I ripped through with only my right hand and arm still with the ball. And took a huge step that looked an enormous Dwanye Wade only much larger.

And then I got control of the ball with my left hand for just a little bit. And then jumped from that one big step after the 7 foot guy had his entire hand on the ball. And then layed up the ball with my fingers above the backboard.

You would just assume America and the world and there would be humans that existed that would admit they wasn’t a black person. That could explain that was what happened. And not give a latino rabid face of enjoyment because I did that move that was impossible to recreate.