that's how you make em a man!



my dad did the same shit to me so i know how his kids feel. when i wanted to play baseball my dad was like ok let's go. we go to the park and this muthafucka (rest his soul) is throwing me heaters and high and inside and im only 10. he's like either hit it or don't play we can go home. and when it was my turn to pitch he'd smack my shit out of the little park and run around the bases every time

when i wanted to play basketball (that was his sport) we'd play each other and he'd just totally ruin me. talking all the shit in the world. saying shit like ill never beat him i need to grow up get tougher be stronger


he'd hit jumpers all in my face he'd sit down he'd dunk he'd do all the shit he could. he'd call every call and he'd swat my shit. when i got older he never let up ever and it made me into the man i am today stand up and strong
even on his death bed i remember we were in the hospital he has tubes in his throat so he can't speak so he has a pad and pencil. keep in mind he has little time to live ( he passed away the next day) he writes down want to arm wrestle? so i give the nod like yes i'm ready. so he somehow gets his arm up and gets it into position and i get mine...we arm wrestle on his damn death bed


of course i could've beaten him and if it was anyone else in the world even my own mom on that death bed i wouldve smashed the arm down in victory and celebrated..but because it was him i struggled for a bit and then let him win. he fucked looks at me winks then has the nerve to flex his muscle like "look i told you, even when i'm near death i'm still the best"
sorry bout turning it into that but damn that just brought the memories back...damn i miss my pops