The Story Of A Life Time

Isaac Jimenez Jimenez 1

Mrs. Wilke

English 9

4 November 2022

“The Dream Of A Lifetime”

It’s the fourth quarter of the NBA Finals with 10 seconds left on the clock with the score being 102- 104. I steal the ball from the point guard, running down the court I see there's only five seconds left, I cross up my defender and shoot a three and – ”Beep Beep Beep” stupid alarm, man that was a good dream, maybe I should go back to bed? “Beep Beep Beep” On second thought I'm gonna get ready and head to the court. As I'm opening my door to leave I get introduced by a furious breeze that hits my face, that feels as if I'm getting slapped in the face by Mike Tyson.

As I walk down the street, I pull out one of my Gatorades from my backpack and take a sip, and taste the sweet-savory flavor of blue cherry hit my tongue. I look around and see a homeless man sitting on the sidewalk by himself reading a newspaper about the Boston Celtics winning the NBA Finals with Larry Bird carrying the team to the Finals. The man looked very clean and tall, but also had an afro. I approached the man and told him “My name is Don” then asked,” What's your name sir?”

He responded with “My name is Davis”

"Nice to meet you Davis Nice to meet you too Don”

“I'm gonna go to the gym=This is, do you wanna come with and shoot some hoops?” I asked

“Sure,” said Davis.

While we walked along on the sidewalk on our way to the gym, Davis noticed signs saying ’1987-1988 Finals here we come, Let's go Celtics!”, on the window of a bakery. Davis commented on the sign and said” The Celtics are doing pretty good nowadays, but when Larry Bird retires the Celtics aren’t gonna make it to the Finals for a while,”

I asked him, “Why’s that?”

“Well because all the good players on the team are getting old and getting slower you know? And basketball requires a lot of running and speed, not only that but the Celtics players need to motivate themselves and their coaches, in order to be a better team. because there are people who dream of being in their position and would do anything to play on Live TV and in front of thousands of people.”

I thought to myself “ Wow, I've never really thought about that before, but that’s a very strong statement.” We arrive at the gym but are met by a huge breeze that hits our faces hard. We walk in and smell the strong odor of cologne and deodorant. We walk around and see people dribbling up on down a court, people playing one-on-ones, two-on-twos, two-on-one, three-on-three, basically any kind of basketball game you can really think of, people were playing it. We both walk over to a court and see a guy shooting and dunking, trying to impress a couple of girls. The girls weren’t even pretty, that’s the thing, they were ugly, like really ugly but hey that's just me though. Davis saw him showing off too and said

“I hate people who show off because once they get into a game they aren’t as good as they seem. It's annoying when people ask you to 1v1 just to act big and tuff just to impress other people. It's honestly irrelevant when you’re 1v1ing someone.”

“Oh dang,” I said, then I asked what he likes,

“I like basketball and giving my time to help people as much as I can. What do you like and hate?” He asked “Well I like to help people and play sports, mostly basketball and I hate when people are very disrespectful and people who are overconfident.''

I noticed we’re both helpful, honest, understanding, confident, and nice people. We sat down, got a Gatorade from a vending machine and talked about basketball, and laughed when people were joking and messing around. Then he asked me If I wanted to 1v1 and I laughed and said sure. He got the ball first and I was on D, and he did a crossover, then pump faked and I stumbled, then landed face down. He helped me up after shooting and scored a three laughing at me. This time I got the ball and he was D, I dribbled the ball all around the three-point line, shot a brick and the ball went out of bounds, and I decided to quit because “I was too tired” and heard people laughing as I said that so we decided to leave.

We walked outside, and down the street along the old cracked sidewalk, and asked “I'm hungry, what about you?”

”Yeah, wings sound so good right now.”

For around an hour or so we drove and finally were at Buffalo Wild Wings. As soon as we got there, the parking lot was packed. There were so many cars there, we didn’t know what was going on so we went inside, sat in a booth and ate our meal. We both ordered 20 boneless honey bbq wings, then all of a sudden hundreds of people with cameras in a group came up to us and asked

” Mr. Dave How do you feel about not being drafted to the NBA, for being the best shooter and most athletic player?”

He responded with

“Oh uh I don't know I'm just gonna keep working hard and keep doing what I'm doing”

We finished our meal and walked out the main door waiting for us were blinding camera flashes, and people asking for Davis’s autograph and pictures with him. By rushing down the sidewalk we into the car, and drove away from the restaurant Davis says

'' Bro what? What was that?”

I don't know but that was weird not gonna lie.

” Yea anyway wanna go to my house? I wanna show you my house,”

He said. “Sure,” I said, we drove to his house which was huge. We go inside and everything is basketball related, he had basketball hoops, training rooms, weight rooms, and a whole bunch of pictures old and newer pictures of basketball players. I took a Gatorade out of a fridge and drank it. I looked around the house and found a room full of old newspapers, which talked about a high school l basketball team going to state and winning the finals and there was a ring that had a picture of Davis which read, seemingly I think is his real name which was Quan-. “You’re awake,” A nurse said, “’huh what happened?” I asked, “You were in a coma”