2005-08-23 - 11:35 a.m.
I went to the festival last night and it was fully of colored people, aka POOR PEOPLE!
Black and Latino galore. My first thought was that i somehow woke up from a year long dream and was back home......that is back when we were poor.
It was like the midway back home, except there were as many white people at the festival as there were people of color, aka POOR PEOPLE.
Back home the only white people at the midway were the people working there, and of course white looking Latinos. No Anglo Saxon or whatever decended were stupid enough to go to the midway, after dark.
It was only about 6pm when i got there and it looked like we had been invaded by aliens, because the only poor people at the festival last Friday night were the people working for the festival but today it was like Martin Luther Kings dream had come true and everyone was equal except these poor ass motherfucker were walking around like they owned the damn place.
And you know diaryboy, Dino D couldn't allow that?
Since it was early i was gonna play some basketball next to the festival, and when i went down the steps to the courts below i again felt like i was back home. The courts had been invaded by a bunch of homeboys, with their shirts off, sweating and swearing their asses off. To the side i was some Latin wannabe lovers trying to talk to some of are pretty blond, sexy girls..
I don't know what to say diaryboy but i was pissed that these motherfuckers had inavaded OUR SPACE.
Ours? I don't know when it became a matter of ours as in those of us who live here but it is what it is, I do live here, these fucking poor ass motherfuckers where stepping over the line coming to our festival but that i could live with, the taking over OUR basketball courts and talking to OUR girls was damn near a lynching offence.
The courts was crowded with both the have and have nots. I don't know if anyone else noticed but i could see the invisible line that separate the poor from the not poor. I guess everyone else would have had to been blind to not see the line. They were all checking out the basketball game on the big court.
What can i say diaryboy without sounding racist? But the fact is that people have different ways of playing basketball. Black people talk shit on the court, and to a lesser extent so do Latinos. White guys would never talk shit to people they didn't know. Maybe a little amoung themselves but never to the degree black guys would and do.
Thats what was going on, these 3 black guys were running circles around the 3 white guys, it wasn't that the white guys weren't good, but they were playing good solid basketball, the homeboys were playing SHOWTIME basketball. The 2 don't mix well.
Now im not bragging diaryboy when i tell you that when i stepped pass the poor line to the well to do friends i knew, i first felt weird but i've gotten used to shaking that feeling off. I am here and that is all that is. I never gave a shit about what anyone up here thought about my being here, as i've boasted many times diaryboy, i walk the fucking walk, and i talk the fucking talk.
So when i got there the fellows were glad to see a baller of my caliper, as im sure i told you, since getting my own court my game has inproved 99%, and that from having a damn good game to begin with, so you do the math.
After having to wait almost damn near an hour to play which i spend bullshitting with the girls, and taking the confused stares to the Latiinos and black at the park. It wasn't my imagination, i could tell they were wondering who and what the fuck what i was doing talking and bullshitting with the well to do.
I looked at Roger whos half black, and not white enough to look white, but a shade lighter then Tiger Woods black, looking at the other side no doubt feeling a feeling he must have to feel everytime hes with white guys and a bunch of black people past by. How else could a half black guy whos white bunch of white guys feel. I suppose any black guy with a bunch of white friends pasting a bunch of black guys would feel a little uncomfortable. I don't know why but i bet its so. Some things defie explanation.
I brushed that feeling aside because unlike Roger i knew damn well what i was, i'm moneyGREEN Latino, and i was where i was and am where i am because money talks, and bullshit walks.
As we took the court Felicia one of OUR girls yelled out come one Dino win a game. I nearly died and the poor people laughed, one of the black guys who was gonna play us, said yeal Dino win a game and the other guys laughed.
I asked for the ball and as it came my way i snached it from the air and flew the 6 feet to the basket and jumped right up to the rim and well dairyboy there is a moment that defines a moment and it was that one. I have gotten downpack the understanding knowledge. of how to dunk with my left hand with complete sucdess, but had failed every attemp dunking with both hands, until that moment, i got way up and BAM, i rammed the ball threw the hoop.
The girls on OUR side started yelling and shit and not one to back into the shadows, i blew them all a kiss. The brothers didn't like that it's one bit. One of them said, lets see you do that again. My white brothers seem not to want to get involve because they threw the ball right back to me like it was a bomb.
I went to the top of the key and just knew the brothers were trying to corrale me into a trap, they were playing the other guys loose and were determine to put my ass out of commision. I wasn't playing that, i stop a small jumper and the ball banged into the back of the rim and threw it. I have always believed that there is no better sound then when the ball bangs into the back of the rim and flys straight threw it and outwards. It is a wonderful sound that gives the shooter a dose of i can't hit every shot.
As the ball flew out of my hands, i said thats 2 for DINO D. When OUR girls stopped cheering, i said this is my house, im gonna hit my shot all day long.
Well diaryboy thats what i did, even though we lost 15-9. I hit 7 of 7 shots, grabbed more then my share of rebounds, blocked 3 shots, and stole at least 2 balls. I was gaming the shit out of the homeboys from the other side of the track. And they gave me my props after the game when one of them said, dog this is your court, even though another asshole said, now its our afterwards. Our guys who had winner tried to get me to play with them but i had blown every ounce of enegy i had on that one game, and i knew damn well OUR girls would be proud of the way i played and i had come to the festival with the intention of finding a hole to stick my prick into and not to get all sweaty playing ball.
Damn it seems every entry i enter is long as hell, i have got to learn how to get my point across with less lines, and in less time.
Im gonna have to get back to you diaryboy, it almost 12 noon and just got a call from Denise and it seems that my presents is needed elsewhere.
DINOBOY
