Love & Basketball Page #3

if you didn't look so evil.

I don't even want to go.

Talk to me.

Go look in my top drawer

and bring Grandmother's pearls.

Tonight...

don't worry

about yesterday's game...

or the recruiters

or anything else.

I just want you

to enjoy being beautiful.

Will you do that?

Here you go, Ma.

Thanks, sweetie.

Do you really think

I'm beautiful?

Honey, hush.

Can I take your coat?

You're cold?

No. I mean,

I can check it for you.

Sorry.

Your sister wasn't lying.

Damn. Hold up.

Well, I see you made it.

You don't look half bad.

You, either.

What's up, black? Jason.

Damn, girl.

I didn't know Nike made dresses.

Guess we'll see you later.

So, you like school?

High school was cool.

I don't remember the sisters

being as find as you, though.

Girl, how come

you're so stressed?

Sorry.

No. I'm having

a good time with you.

So what I do have to do

to make you have a good time?

My mouth is kind of dry.

Then I'll get you some punch.

Don't jet while I'm gone and

leave a glass slipper behind.

There we go.

Oh, man.

You having fun?

Damn d.j. Is fresh.

Who is this clown?

He ain't Spalding.

Guess not.

So, you took Shawnee, huh?

It was late. She asked.

You want to dance?

Sure.

What?

Early night for you,

isn't it?

Should be

asking you the same...

after your big date

with college boy and all.

Where'd y'all go after?

- Mulholland Drive.

- Figures.

So, what dead-end street

did you and Shawnee hit?

None of your business.

I'm sure she kept her word

and left you satisfied.

That's what you think, huh?

After you left, I told Shawnee

it was time to go...

drove her ass straight home.

After she told me...

I was the dumbest brother

in the world, I took off.

I was sitting in

Jason's ride with him...

And he was kissing on me

and feeling on me and...

It was really bugging me,

'cause I couldn't remember

how many offensive boards

I had in the championship.

And then I guess

he got sort of tired of me...

"accidentally"

Kneeing him in the balls.

- Four.

- What?

You had four

offensive rebounds.

Hold up a second.

What's up?

USC.

It was on my desk

when I came home.

What you waiting for?

Can you...?

You sure?

All right.

What?

Damn, girl.

They want you.

And guess what.

Guess what.

What?

I'm going, too.

They're announcing it

tomorrow.

I knew it.

Congratulations.

What was that about?

I don't know, all right?

Come on.

Wait a minute.

Want me to stop?

Let's go, freshman.

You're getting spanked!

Point guards lead from

the front, not the back.

Come on, girl.

You took her out.

Girl, you need your mama?

Do you need a hug?

Are you telling me

you can't take a little charge?

I can take it.

Get your feet set this time.

Go.

Next.

Let's go. Move it!

Way to work it. Good job.

Lower, Monica,

move your feet!

I said lower!

Monica, this is low.

This is low. You got it?

Offense sells tickets.

Defense wins games.

Back to the line, everybody.

Let's go!

Hustle up! Move it!

Come on, get a move on.

You got it. Come on, lift.

That's it.

Coach hates me, doesn't she?

She hates all freshman.

What is up with that?

Don't take it personally.

Don't think just because

we play the same position...

we have to compete

with each other.

We're teammates, OK?

Thanks, Sidra.

Besides, I've been starting

point the last two years.

Ain't no way some soft-ass

freshman is taking my spot.

Damn, Sid.

You're all right, fresh.

Come on.

You finish

your reading for Econ?

What it say?

Basically, it broke down...

how I'm gonna make

mad loot in the NBA...

being I'm such

a limited commodity.

Whatever, big head.

Q-man, you gonna take us

to the final 4?

We'll see.

- I'll be watching.

- Hope so.

What?

You do see me

standing here, right?

I can't be nice to a fan?

Fine, Quincy.

I can't help it

if girls come up to me.

I said fine.

Oh, little baby.

What you doing? Quit.

Daddy's here.

You're such a punk.

All these girls...

you're the only one

I know who's for real.

I love you, too.

All right now.

Hustle back! Hustle back!

Get that, Shay!

Nice shot!

Stay with her.

Monica, get up on her.

Stay on her.

That's it.

You got it.

Ball!

All right, now. Push it up!

You got help.

Be active, Sidra.

Don't reach.

Cut, Mon, cut!

Shot!

Yeah, girl!

Sidra, feel like playing

any "D"?

Let's get back.

Stay balanced. Move your feet.

Nice steal.

You're by yourself!

Heads up!

Whose net?

Yeah, girl.

While you're so busy posing,

your man just scored.

- Show me again.

- What?

You like to pose so much,

let's see it again.

You think I'm funny?

Stand like that

for the rest of practice.

I want you to stand like that

so you get sick of it...

because I don't want

to see it again.

Do you hear me?

That's right.

Dora, take her place.

Better step off the court.

Nice pass.

What was up

with practice today?

She tried to kill us.

Can you hook me up

with some socks, please.

I need my socks back.

What am I,

the sock lady or something?

That's what you get for trying

to show out, freshman.

I was just playing ball.

You were trying

to make me look bad.

I didn't have

to try very hard.

Girl, don't you know

you just sloppy seconds?

Sidra, let it go.

The only reason you here...

is Tanya Randall got pregnant

and decided not to come.

They were done recruiting.

That's cold, Sid.

Just thought

the girl should know.

Don't even trip, Mon.

She's just mad

'cause she's bowlegged.

Forget Tanya Randall.

Coach wishes

she was here instead of me.

So prove her wrong.

I don't have it easy

like you, all right?

There's no red carpet

laid out for me.

So you're gonna act

salty all night?

Yo, dog,

about to order some wings.

No, thanks, man.

No, we're fine.

Don't worry about

proving everybody wrong.

If you can't handle

the pressure...

I'll understand.

That is so weak.

No. I'm serious.

Who cares if you're never

the first girl to be in the NBA?

You're gonna get more play

being Quincy McCall's girl.

That's what you get.

I got you.

So, how about

a little one on one?

What we playing for?

- Clothes.

- What?

I score, you strip.

You score, I drop something.

Give me the ball.

Home court advantage, baby.

All right. Hold up a second.

Let's see what you got.

Don't reach.

I ain't reaching.

Strip.

All right, George Jefferson.

Take it off, yeah.

It's all right.

First try, lucky try.

What?

Feel the butt.

Where's the "D"?

Kiss my black ass.

I plan to.

Hold up.

All's fair in love

and basketball, baby.

All right.

Strip.

Come on.

You trying to clown?

Too bad you got

your mama's height.

Take it off.

- Come on. Do it.

- You can't hold me.

You're going down.

What? What?

My bad.

Where's the "D"?

It's right here.

I won.

I wanted you to.

It's about emotion.

It's about determination.

It's about heart.

It's college basketball.

And I'm like a kid

in a candy store.

Are you kidding me?

I get so excited about it.

There are too many

great teams to choose from.

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