BASKETBALL DIARIES IIII

Any college basketball player knows about the summer camps. It was a good time to get extra money being a college student and also it was fun to be around your teammates and kids in the summer. In division one it was sort of mandatory, if you wasnt working as a counselor your better have had a good reason to not be there. Camp would only be for a week. These rich kids would pay about 400.00 for one week of basketball skills. They was always fun. I remember after my freshman year i said i wasnt coming back to Quinnipiac, i couldnt put up with my coach. He was the scariest coach on earth. Son was CRAZY foreal.


It was the summer right after my freshman year of basketball. I remember i didnt keep in contact with no one, my grades was fucked up, i heard we was getting a white boy out of indiana point guard that just didnt miss and i already know i was kind of fucked with getting more playing time and trying to get my grades back up. I already know i probably would be transfering but it wasnt certain. I didnt talk to no one for 2 months, my coach would call i wouldnt answer, players, friends etc. I wasnt really fuckin' with nobody from the team because i didnt want them to know how i felt about leaving. So one day the assistant coach called me. And he was cool i answered couldnt be no harm.

"Wes! this is Coach O where you been!"
"im here coach O whats going on"
"You working at camp next week we need guys from the team"
"Im with it, i'll be there 8am monday morning"
"Cool, see you there"

Quick $400.00 for 1 week of playing basketball and coaching shit, why not right! But i almost forgot about avoiding half my team and coaching and more importantly, Coach D i advoided. But whatever, i was on my grizzly trying to make a extra dollar.

Its finally monday morning, i make my way catch the 2 buses all the way out to Hamden,CT to first day of camp to work. I couldnt wait to see all my homies from ny on the team, and my dc dudes i fuck with on the team. I walk into the gym its a million kids. Its like i was the only one out the loop so everybody showed me love, EVERYBODY. I was happy. But i started thinking damn i aint ever see Coach D, i have to check in with him to know whats goin on. Now mind you, its the first day of camp, kids mothers are there(if you dont believe me just look at the background of the first picture). It was 8am again! I hear my name quite clear in front of everybody WES!!!. Its Coach D. He called my name as if i missed the lay up. I turned around to him with a smile to him as if i was gonna greet him.

"DA FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!"
"HUH"?
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?? YOU DIDNT CONTACT NO ONE HERE, YOU BEEN DUCKING ME NOTHING, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY GYM!!

THE GYM GOT SILENT! Now i can feel my heart drop in my stomach, and i couldnt even think of the right thing to say. It was kind of like my mother just caught me stealing. I almost had a tear on the spot. So i was already embarrased parents were looking at me as if they felt sorry for me. I turned around starting walking out the gym, Coach O ran over to me, and said in my ear

"Just keep walking, come talk to me outside the gym"
"Coach O why he just do that and you invited me to come"
"I had no clue Wes, but you cant leave, you know how he is"

So i sat outside the gym, a couple of my teammates came outside with tears! lmao. "son i cant believe he just did that". I had no words, i was pissed and more embarrased. His wife was even there and i done ate dinner at his house before. Coach O ended up talking to Coach D. Coach D didnt fuck with me the whole week. So i ended up working. Friday came and opened up my check.......................

$225.00!

Da fuck?! DID I ASK COACH D WHY WAS IT LOWER THAN EVERYBODY ELSE??? HELL NOOOOOOOOOO!