I GOTTA
GET MY HEAD IN THE GAME
YOU GOTTA GET'CHA GET'CHA GET'CHA GET'CHA HEAD IN THE GAME
It was no secret Flint could BURN up the courts in b-ball.
Making mad hoops, stealing the rock, going for the goal.
He was basically Shaq.
One day, however, that all changed.
It was a sunny afternoon in September. Hey hey hey be da ya, say do you remember? Be da ya, dancin' in September. Be da ya, never was a cloudy dayyyyyyyy.
Man, Flint secretly loved Earth Wind & Fire.
Anyway, Flint decided to invite Eusine over for a quick pickup game. Contrary to popular belief, Eusine was pretty athletic, able to beat almost anyone in an INTENSE game of lacrosse.
But that's not the point. The real point is that Flint's life changed forever that day.
Now Eusine was a pretty sore loser. Hell, he was a pretty sore everything. What a snob!
The game started off evenly matched, with both men handling the rock with such accuracy, you would think they were professionals.
Then Eusine lost his tempo. He fumbled every ball, missed every goal, struck out every time. Flint was able to gain the lead, eventually winning the game.
Eusine was pissed off.
Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, backlit by bolts of lightning.
Flint just thought it was a regular ol' storm, nothing to worry about.
What Flint didn't notice is that Eusine was glaring at him with such anger, that you would think that Flint made Eusine's mom his bitch.
"Hmmm. Someone's upset they lost!" Flint exclaimed lightheartedly.
How naïve of him.
No one messes with Eusine when he's angry.
When Flint had his back turned for a split second, Eusine grabbed him by the shoulder.
"BY THE POWER VESTED IN ME I HEARBY REAP THIS CLOWN OF HIS MAD B-BALL SKILLZ!"
Thunder boomed and lighting flashed.
Two hours later, Flint woke up on the court.
"What a weird dream!" He thought. "Good thing I have a wild imagination!"
Flint leaped up and grabbed the rock, getting ready to dribble down the court at speeds faster than a Slithering Dunsparce.
He couldn't even pick up the ball, let alone dribble it.
It was gone.
His talent.
His skill.
His reason to live.
Flint fell to his knees and in a booming voice, yelled up to the heavens for salvation.