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i'm all about the threes. yeah, there's something fine about driving the lane through a sea of muscle in order to score the big basket, but for me, the joy is outside the perimeter. when the ball reaches my hand and i'm 22 to 24 feet away from the hoop, it's go time. i like faking the drive, but they sure as hell know I ain't going in the for lay-up. if there's an open man, i'll hit him. assists are part of the game plan. this is my place though. everyone knows it and i'm ready to walk to walk I talk. bank or swish, i don't care. as long as it's three points on the board. my feet know the drill too. i'm on the line, I step back. i'm not letting the ref decide my fate. it's three or nothing. i'm all about the threes.

final seconds and we're down one or two, I know Jerome has the hot hands. he's got the power and the finesse. we'll give him the ball. we're down by three or four. it's my rock. I'm Gilbraltar. Invincible. you can count three on me. one. two. three. solid. we lost yesterday's game because Ken had the streak. he was four for four. i told 'em it was cause I rode the bench most the night. when I was in, there were lanes open wide. 10 assists ain't bad. we needed three, though. playoff time. four for five didn't cut it. we're out and i'm at home watching the kids. i'm teaching them about the three. wife says they need to know about number one and number two right now if you know what I mean. there ain't no three in the can. ain't no three there that's for sure. I'm all about the threes. that's me.

And the crowd. goes. Wild!!!