m ū z: Jennie the Juke
I know I’m the smallest guy on the court but does that mean I have to guard the girl? (Actually, it does cuz we were both playing point.)
I ain’t gonna try too hard. I’m gonna hurt her. Constant reminders to myself that she was just a girl.
She gets the long rebound. Fast break. I’m last guy back. I got this, just don’t be too rough on her.
She stutter steps at the top of the key then crosses over to the left. I’m half a step behind but… huh?
Where’d the ball go?
I turn my head and see the tail end of her trailer finishing a wide open lay up.
Proving the genius of Adam Sandler, his words echoed in my mind, “I trusted you but you juked me.”
