Playoffs

The point guard tossed the alley oop. It wasn't the best pass Jamaal had ever received, or even a serviceable one. But at 6'9, all power and muscle and explosiveness, he tossed it down, with an emphatic finish.

"Too fuckin' small," he yelled at the white center he dunked on as the opposing team called a futile timeout.

"Big game for King, 18 pounds and 18 boards. The young rookie is really impressing of late," the play-by-play man said.

"Just absolute dominance," the color guy enthused. "Out there, it's like a bunch of gazelles, and suddenly here comes a silverback ..."

"And remember, Dunky-Os," the play-by-play man hurriedly interrupted. "When you've got a hunger in the morning, Dunky-Os does the trick. Now, Baldwin with the in-bound ..."

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"60-21, men, damn fine work," the coach said, slapping the white board with an open hand. "Second seed in the playoffs. King, you were a warrior tonight -- game ball for you. So listen, we're going to go down to a skeletal crew for this last game out east. Starters, I want you guys to rest up and be sharp come next week. Go celebrate, you've earned it."

Jamaal soaked in the celebration. A few days off for the big star -- but who to celebrate with?