And 1 Goes Down

So I went to the courts yesterday and put on a show. Nowadays I'm used to the attention I get there. Many students sit in the rafters and just hang out there during breaks, so there's always a crowd. I currently have 250 students so now it's getting hard to go anywhere without spotting my students. I think one finds me and then calls the other students because, within 10 minutes, there's usually over 20 of my students watching me, cheering and boo'ing. It's awkward but fun when someone works up the courage to come play me.
Yesterday a little Korean high school student in proper ghetto gear came up and asked if I wanted to play 1 on 1. "Sure, let's go." Right before the game he asked, "Street Ball OK?" Sure, I'll rock some street ball. I've been known to extend my crossover a bit. But, I had no idea what I was getting into. This kid had all the Hot Sauce moves down. He was the best 'street baller' I'd ever seen in person. So he's dancing around, putting on a show, trying to embarass me. He's got the ball in the air, in his shirt, on the ground and he's dancing, going nowhere. After a few minutes, I'm pleading with him to shoot, but he won't. So I turn my back to him and say "SHOOT!" but he won't. Finally, he tries to drive left on me. I quickly stripped the ball out of bounds, off him.
So he checks the ball to me and the crowd's into the game now. I was a little pissed at him trying to show me up and not trying to score. I decided I would do the absolute opposite- just take the ball and shoot without moving at all. So I drained one 3 in his eye. He checks it again, "BOOM," splashing like a cannon-ball. Now the crowd's on my side. I take one step back...."Rain Dance!" Now he's thrown off, so he's all up in my space. I do a jab-step, back up and Dan Majerle one more to the crowd's delight. We decided to do a 5 pt game, so it was game point. I wanted to kill him with his own game. (any of ya'all that have played p.i.g. with me know that's how I do it). So I crossed him, backed him up, dribbed behind my back, in front of his face, did a fade, yelled "Bank" and finished him off.

He had the streetball game down, I was impressed. He even had the half-hug after the game and dropped a 'respect.' I guess I just wanted to make Bob Cousy proud and win one for fundamentals.