Post by BKay Jewelers on Nov 14, 2017 9:32:47 GMT -6
B K
6’3
200
SG
22
Duke
C+ C+ C- A B- B
"Come at me bro"
B K is annoying...ly good at defense. This guy will defend anything. Whether it's an open 3 pointer, a transition lay-up, or a misunderstood joke, B K is always on the defensive, chasing down ball-handlers, closing the gap, and insulting his opponents. B K has completely ignored the offensive side of basketball (though he is a respectable foul shooter), instead focusing on offending his opponents as much as possible by getting into their heads. Which causes short-term panic attacks that render them useless on the court while they try to grapple with their new reality. However, this strategy tends to backfire, as B K is especially sensitive himself to these type of verbal outbursts, and recently had a breakdown of his own.
Just lack weekend, B K went to the cheap theatre to check out the new "Wonder Woman" movie everybody was talking about. Someone walked past him while he was enjoying scenes of sexually and professionally liberated women defending themselves against a patriarchal zeitgeist. That's when the attack hit. "Deron Williams sucks" they said, followed quickly by "Tim Thomas isn't even worth two lottery picks". Intense heat began to overtake his neck and torso, but he ignored it. B K's reasoning was firm -- the theatre itself lacked sufficient air-conditioning. "It's OK; you won't notice as you finish watching the movie" he though. He often thinks to himself with a second-person point of view because it sounds like a friend.
Then he found it a little harder to breathe. Mind you, just a little harder. Nothing to get worried about or even mention. But the difficulty escalated, he noticed his chest restricting more and more, and he kept telling himself it was just like a friendly python wanting to hug him but now knowing the full extent of it's grip. Yet his neck started to close up, and he realized that the night of film might end abruptly: in the grave.
So he picked himself up and ran down the stairs of the theater. His head got light -- the dizziness caught him off-balance much like my father did when he asked me to show him the sore spot on my penis. Somehow, he made it out of the theatre and into his car without dying. He sat in the driver's seat with his head against the wheel. His heart pounding violently, tearing dripping from his chin. Nickleback played on the radio, followed by Everclear and Staind.
Since this incident played out, B K has had a change of heart. I tell you this because he formally made fun of people with extreme stress, panic, and anxiety. "Let them shit on themselves, while I get a steal", BK though. "Let them complain like babies. Let them grow up and find out their families don't love them".
But he doesn't think that way anymore. He wants to be sympathetic with people and their problems. Especially if talking with these people will make him feel better about his problems.
