all his big butt do is stand by the basket.
i'ma be like my dad.
i don't see none of your sorry daddies in the nba.
that's what my moms said.
hey.
you nice?
you and kelvin gainst me and jamal.
girls can't play no ball.
what a dog.
nuh uh, they could only hear dog whistles.
lucky.
point.
i'ma be in the nba. you're gonna be my cheerleader.
alley-oop, dad.
i can't do this shit.
"can't" should never be in a man's vocabulary.
cause when you say can't, you ain't a man.
later, dad.
we still have to go?
so. does it hurt?
for real?
so how come you could play basketball?
i never knew a girl that could play.
your dad play?
my dad plays for the "clippers." he says i'ma be a doctor or a lawyer, but i'ma play for them, too. same number and everything.
he's alright, but my dad can take him.
i don't know. a lot.
you do act different.
well, if anybody bothers you, you could just tell me cause i run this street.
she don't know how to box, i bet. my dad showed me how to fight like ali.
bet you can't do this though.
sorry.
you wanna be my girl?
i guess, you know, we play ball and we ride to school together. and if you get mad at me, i gotta give you flowers.
oh.
kay.
i think we gotta kiss now.
five seconds.
my dad always drives my mom.
so that means i have to ride with you.
man, forget you then, stupid.
what?
shut up!
yo, felicia, i gotta get to my game.
girl, she knew i had a hottie like you up inhere, she'd beat the black off me.
pop, there's no way an ivy league team is going all the way.
didn't we already have this conversation?
yeah? so you up for a game later?
you don't wanna hurt your back.
you work too hard, pop.
i know this. what do you want?
your legs don't look broke.
guess "please" would be a stretch.
what's that?
big-ass titties?
why she gotta be a ho, just cause she wants to get with me.
and?
so she's honest.
didn't know you cared so much.
so who you going to the dance with, spalding?
see, that's why you ain't getting recruited.
your hot-ass temper.
god, here we go.
that's it, give it your best shot.
i mean it, give it your best shot, cause i'm tired of you holding that over my head.
i'm warning you. you don't stall that bad attitude, no one's gonna recruit you.
with a jacked-up attitude.
i don't.
what's up, moms.
uh, your earring?
what are you doing in my room?
we were just studying.
okay.
i've been hearing you.
twenty-seven points, eleven assists and still undefeated.
yup.
said he'd be home later.
i don't know, he had a meeting or something.
oh. shit.
see you made it.
you don't look half-bad.
hey.
you having fun?
yeah, the dj's kinda whack, though. so who is this clown?
guess not.
you know, it was late and she asked.
c'mon.
i was about to ask you the same thing, going out with a college boy and all.
figures.
none of your business.
that what you think?
cause i don't just stick my dick in anything.
four.
you had four offensive rebounds.
when'd you get this?
you sure?
what was that about?
you want to stop?
yeah.
basically broke down how i'm gonna make mad loot in the nba, me being such a limited commodity and all.
we'll see.
what?
i can't be nice to a fan?
i can't help girls coming up to me.
it's okay, little baby.
shhh. daddy's here.
all these girls. you're the only one i know who's for real.
forget tonya randall.
then prove her wrong.
so you're gonna act salty all night?
nah, thanks.
who cares if you're never known as the first girl in the nba. you'll get more play behind quincy mccall's woman anyway.
so how about a little one-on-one?
clothes.
i score, you strip. you score, i drop something.
my court, i go first.
plan to.
oh, my bad.
right here.
i wanted you to.
up and under between two defenders, with the left hand. that's gotta make sportscenter.
you know, the numbers i'm putting up are better than any freshman. some people are saying i'm a definite lottery pick.
you know, people.
i'm also good enough to go pro.
you came out early.
okay.
what mess?
what?
tell me what?
i mean, it's not true, is it?
sorry.
so what are you gonna do?
why?
what's mom think?
thanks.
sorry. you okay?
last time i remember you drinking was when marvin gaye died.
don't sweat it, okay. sooner or later the truth'll come out.
mom, we can't let something like this mess up the family.
this is just about money, you know that.
i mean, how many times have you told me yourself to watch out for these ho's?
so you're gonna take the word of some trick over pop's? he wouldn't lie.
don't put your hands in your pockets, hold your head up, always look a man in the eye, and all the time i'm hanging on his every word like he's god or something.
what has he been to me? i mean, he looked me in my face and lied like it was nothing. like it was easy. and i'm standing there getting loud on my mom like she's the one with no sense.
he even had me wanting to play for the "clippers." man, how stupid am i.
i know a lot of brothers dog their wives, i just never thought my pops would do some shit like this.
i'm not up for running into anybody. let's just kick it here, alright?
why not?
didn't realize you were watching the clock.
nah. don't sweat it.
for real. i should be alone, anyway.
what's up?
here i am.
it happens, right.
i heard.
nah.
that's funny.
you think for once we could talk about something besides basketball?
excuse me.
guess you didn't see the game.
nobody.
look, this party's whack. you ready to go?
not really.
you know what, i'm just gonna crash.
nah. i have curfew.
what are you doing here?
still is, so let yourself out.
we ain't got nothing to talk about.
lucky kid.
and some things should never fucking happen!
i ain't a damn liar.
so now you're saying my mother trapped you?
since we're being honest, guess i should tell you. i'm dropping out of school and going pro.
from your mouth.
always thought "can't" wasn't in a man's vocabulary.
hey, what's up.
yeah, sorry about that. i had this meeting with this guy.
the "man" again.
hey, you.
oh, kerry, this is monica. monica, kerry.
we're going to get some food.
can we talk?
i just took the ho to burger king, alright.
least she had time for me.
i just said i didn't fuck around. but you got your head so far up your ass it took a cheap date for you to notice me.
you forgot to be there.
stay!
least you got your priorities straight.
never had to.
well, if all you care about is basketball, why you fucking me? go fuck dick vitale.
i'm not asking for us to be together.
i'm going through a lot of shit right now, more than you have time for.
i don't think so.
look, i'm entering the draft.
i decided to go pro. and who knows where i'll end up, you know?
few days ago.
damnitt, monica. this ain't about us anymore, it's about me.
so. i guess i'll see you around.
what do you want?
after five years.
look, i'm busy.
i stopped taking your advice a long time ago, or did you forget?
good.
and now i'm paying for it, right? that what this is about? "i told you so?"
yeah.
you're still trying to tell me what i should and shouldn't do. how come you couldn't be the man you kept trying to make me?
monica?
alright. i heard you were in spain.
just something i'm trying.
thanks.
i'm alright. but you can sit.
yup.
a lot of things. all i know is i'll be back in six months.
not for quincy mccall.
so, how's pro-ball, europe?
still working on being the first girl in the nba?
funny. i never did.
tried calling you a couple times.
wanted to give you props on making first team all-american. and then when magic retired, i tried calling you again.
figured it was something like that.
what do you mean?
a rest?
no.
it's okay.
i'm gonna be okay.
kyra, this is monica. she, uh.
this is kyra. my fiance.
it means a lot that you came by.
thanks.
damn, girl.
i don't wanna see that.
brother's gonna have to start locking doors.
so how long is this trip?
nah.
you might be the only one with a job.
sometimes i wonder if it's worth it. busting my ass, for what?
i don't know sometimes.
a horse?
i remember when your mom had to beat you into a dress.
kyra's gone for a couple days. figured i'd keep mom company.
darryl. he's alright, kinda corny.
getting there.
yeah. two weeks. i didn't get to send you an invitation, but if you.
can i ask you something?
because i'm kinda feeling that way, too.
that a nice way of saying i rode the bench?
nah. i haven't dribbled a ball in four and a half months. maybe i miss some of the attention, but besides that.
seems like i needed a ball when i was trying to be like my pops. or trying to be better than him. now, i kinda think i need to try something else.
maybe go back to school.
i mean, kyra hasn't heard the school thing yet. she'll probably say it's the painkillers talking.
so why'd you give up ball?
cause i don't get it.
what?
find.
what's going on?
hold on.
what?
you woke me up to tell me that?
i heard enough.
we haven't talked since college and now you wait two weeks before my wedding to say something like this?
you haven't changed. you still think the sun rises and sets on your ass. well, guess what, it doesn't.
because you don't pull this on someone who's about to get married.
wrong.
what?
for what?
you're out of your mind.
what's that supposed to be, psychology?
monica, after that stuff with my dad, i couldn't trust anybody, okay. i mean, i was lost. so you are forgiven. but that was five years ago. i moved on.
what will this prove?
so?
and what happens when you lose?
one, five. check.
all's fair in love and basketball, right?
let's go, mccall!