Street Ball Rap

So I made up this Street Ball Rap a couple years ago.  Thought I'd share it with you all:

My name is Ajay and let's play some ball! Let's see there six of us here and it will be me vs you all. Why you trippin now? I'll make this look easy. Cross over the first one, blow by the rest of them by the time I get to the rim you all think it got breezy! I say we go to 11, they say they've already won, I chirp out "Hey ain't you guys zero and me, one!"  One shot after the other they hit the net so nice, My D isn't bad either I've swatted the biggest guy not once but twice! Now it's game point for me and they all worn out, "What you boys had enough?" I smile and shout! Now I've saved the best for last you'll see. Their so called best defender get's up in my face. I think boy you'll regret for not givin me space! I take 3 quick dribbles and go behind my back, cross over him and he falls to the floor the sound of it's WHACK! Still have my dribble and gettin the flow, five more to sit down let's end this show!  I split the double team leaving 2 left trying to guard. "1 on 6 I think to myself, dude this isn't hard." The next one takes a quick lunge at me, and I quickly spin around, I mumble underneath my breath, "Boy you look like a clown!" One more left to go and of course it's the biggest guy. Not scared, not hesitating, I say "boy I'm going... to fly!" 3 big dribbles and I lunge myself in the air, Nothin this big boy can do but drop his mouth and stare! My tounge comes out, my knees hit him in the chin. As I come to the ground I start to scream at him, "I just dunked on you boy 11 to 1 that's it I WIN!" The guys walk off the court ashamed as could be. I say "Hey wait I ain't done yet I haven't even shot my three!" Now you guys haven't ever heard this story so you might think it's NO WAY. But why don't you meet me on the court and you'll see for yourself I'm the BEST, I'm the GREATEST, I'm AJAY!

KC "Buttarz" Nordick

KC Nordick, AKA--Buttarz, became a good friend of mine in 2009.  I went bowling with some friends occasionaly and got to know him because he worked there.  I lost touch with KC about a year after that time.  When I finally heard from him again, it was on facebook, in the early part of 2011.  He greeted me with a "Hey man!"  and I responded with just as much as excitement as my computer would allow.  We talked for a bit and then he asked me how I was doing and what I was doing in life.  i answered with the work, church and play comment.  I then asked him the same question.  His response--that he had colon cancer and was approaching the fatal stage 4 of his sickness.  I couldn't believe it, my heart dropped into my stomache.  I started spitting out questions, asking him how long it had been and how I never found out.  He was diagnosed in 2008.  The doctors did what they could and in the end thought they had got it out of his system.  But then a year later when he returned with an illness, the doctors then saw that the dreaded sickness had returned and done so with a vengance on him.  The cancer took a toll on him, emotionally, physcially, and mentally.  But he refused to quit, he refused to doubt, he refused to allow this cancer to bring him down.  He was so positive and happy about life.  I promised him I would pray for him, and he promised he would keep in touch with me on how he was doing.  A month or so went by, and I believe it was in February when I received a text message from KC asking if I would participate in giving him a blessing the following Sunday at his home.  I was honored and emotional in my response back to him of, "I would love to."  On that Sunday my good and life long friend Gavin Vanderbeek picked me up and we drove to the Nordicks home.  5 other men that were close to KC met up there.  His parents aren't active in the church but you could tell they felt something special that Sunday afternoon.  The blessing was to be a healing one and we all knew that it might be his last.  So he asked a close friend of his, to give the annointing and then I asked, "KC, who would you like to seal the annointing and give you the blessing?"  He shrugged his shoulders, and replied "Whoever you guys feel should do it."  We all kind of stood their looking around.  No one said a word, not even the parents. The silence lasted for about a minute when a gentleman from the corner pointed at me and a sharp looking guy next to me and said "I think one of you two should seal it."  We looked at each other and he nodded towards me to give the blessing.  To be honest, I was stunned.  I expected to go their and be apart of it, not actually give the blessing.  But there I was, after the annointing had taken place, surrounded by 6 other great friends to KC, and we laid our hands upon his head and I began to speak what it was Heavenly Father wanted me to say.  I have no idea what I said in that blessing.  But after we all gave KC a hug, I remember I told him I love him, and was going to be their for him through all this.  As we walked out the door I gave the mom a hug, shook the fathers hand and left wondering if I said the right things.  I spoke aloud that that concern as Gavin and I drove home.  I then answered that concern with, "When a worthy priesthood holder gives a blessing it's really Heavenly Father that is speaking."  I never worried about it after thatt moment.  On Tuesday, May 3, 2011 KC escaped the emotional and physical pain and returned to his loving Heavenly Father.  On Thursday I went to the viewing and my mind wrapped itself around that moment.  When I approached Mrs. Nordick, she recognized me and told me thanks for the blessing which I gave him.  I feel it a privilege to of been their, and to of been put on the spot at that moment to give that blessing with 6 other wonderful men.  I love that kid, and I know Heavenly Fathers love for him has been, is and always will be overflowing towards KC.  This post I write tonight on Thursday, May 5, 2011, is dedicated to a fighter, a courageous young warrior, and a positive ray of sunshine to all who met him, a son, a friend, to KC "Buttarz" Nordick.