Jerome, what are you doing?
Every inch counts, Nathan.
These are supposed to help make me grow taller in seven to 10 days.
Come on, J.
You know those things are a scam, just like your ankle weights.
I don't know, man. It says they're guaranteed.
Jerome, do you think I could try them on?
Come on, Rod. You already have permanent ankle weights.
Yo, Rod, I'm in my spot.
Money in the bank, baby.
And that's why it's called the bank shot.
Yeah? Then try hitting it from somewhere else on the court.
Why fix it if it ain't broken?
Come on. Not the humming again.
It's good luck. I can't make the shot if I don't hum.
Oh, come on, J.
Those aren't gonna make you jump any higher.
How do you know?
Nothing will make you play better overnight.
Watch, man. One day, I'm gonna be known as Air Jerome.
You're gonna have to hit over 50 percent from the field...
...if you wanna be like Mike.
Not to mention grow another two feet.
That's what I'm trying to do. Now, check it out.
Isn't this cute? Now, step off. Some real talent's taking the court.
- But we were here first. - And that should mean something to me?
- It should, brainless. - What'd you call me?
- Maybe we should just go, Jerome. - Let's play them for the court.
- That's Double J's son. - Yeah? You're the choker's kid, huh?
His name's Double J, and he's one of the kings from this court.
Yeah, like a million years ago, before he blew his chances of going pro.
- Now he's just a choker. - Don't call him that. Take it back.
No, I'm gonna take it out instead. Let's play for the court, first to 11.
You win, you're in. You lose, you cruise.
Cool. I got you.
- This is suicide. - No, guys.
Man, listen, we can do this.
You stay close to the basket for that bank shot.
You keep setting those beautiful picks. These guys aren't as good as they think.
And if we lose, at least we lose with style.
"Triple Threat" on three.
One, two, three, Triple Threat!
Are you cheerleaders ready or what?
I don't know if you noticed or not, but the ball's supposed to go in the hoop.
Just shut up and play, shorty.
- Shoot it! - No.
What are you doing? You had it.
I wasn't in my spot.
- Sorry. - It's not how you start the game...
...it's how you finish it. Come on.
Come on, Mariah Carey. Take the shot.
Get that out of here!
Yo, Ray. Is that Lydia and Double J's kid?
Nice.
Like father, like son. Come on, man.
That's game, and that's funny.
- Yo, that's messed up. - Nice kicks, my man.
Yeah, they got air conditioning.
He's your little cousin, man.
Bye-bye.
One day, I'm gonna show them who runs this court.
Man, don't even worry about it, J.
- I got you. I got you. - What, what? Get out of my way.
Oh, yeah. That's game, homey.
Charge, man!
No, you can't call charge in no streetball game, all right?
- Thanks, man. - I'm not trying to help you. Pay up.
Thanks for the money.
I can buy your mama something nice. Good game. See you.
I know why we lost.
I wasn't wearing my lucky underwear today.
Yeah, that must've been it.
Man, one day we're gonna win this tournament.
Yeah, and one day I'm gonna be Beyoncé's boyfriend.
- Let's see which one happens first. - Come on, Nate.
You know my dad won that tournament back in '89.
His name is on the Ball of Fame with all the greats that came off these courts.
- I wouldn't call any of us great players. - That's why we need to practice.
So we can get good enough to win...
...and get our names up there next to his.
Then what? You think if you do this, your dad will hang out with you more?
I don't know. It couldn't hurt.
Everyone around here thinks my dad is the choker.
I want them to think about something else...
...when they hear the name Jerome Jenkins.
Come on, J. Let's bounce.
Hey, guys.
The Game On Open Run is tomorrow. We should check it out.
- Yeah. - Definitely.
- Meet me at the little court, 9 a. M? - Nine a. M?
- The game doesn't start until 11. - This way we can get our practice in.
Come on, J. It's summer break. Plus, I need my beauty sleep.
Yeah, and he needs every minute he can get.
Besides, J, you keep promising this is gonna happen and that's gonna happen.
Know what? Nothing ever happens.
Not yet.
Just gotta have a little faith.
My Cheetos! Come on, now.
Oh, you're always taking something from a brother.
Cheetos. I'm hungry.
Ray, I just need to get through grading these exams, okay?
Aunt Lydia, you know I can't watch the game without my Cheetos.
It's the playoffs.
- Man! - Well, there's rice cakes in the pantry.
Rice cakes? Damn.
Oh, I know who got it.
Hey, Jerome! I know you in there.
Jerome, you eat my Cheetos?
Look at your... Oh, man!
Jerome Jenkins, what did I tell you about taking things that aren't yours?
I'm sorry. I didn't know they were his.
Are you all packed for the weekend? Your father should be here soon.
- Yeah, what time's he coming? - Any minute.
Why don't you come downstairs.
- Can I finish the game first? - All right.
But in the future, just make sure you ask before you take, okay?
- Okay. - Okay?
Okay.
Nice pass, Mom. Jenkins puts it up...
...and misses again.
It's showtime.
Oh, it's off the rim.
Sorry about your Cheetos, Cousin Ray.
You just better be glad I had an extra bag in my car.
You lose any money out on the court today?
Well, no. I was just playing for fun.
Doesn't look like you was having fun to me.
- I just had an off day. - Look, man, stop fronting.
You can't play a player, son.
Now, look, if you want me to...
...I'll take you out there and show you a few pointers.
Or should I say three-pointers? Because you know how I do.
- Really? - Definitely, man.
Little man like you? If you get real good, we could make some serious scrilla.
- Dad! - Hey, how you doing?
- Good. - Hey, you getting taller again?
- Am I? - It looks like it.
- Hey. - Hey.
Hey, Double J, who you like in the game tonight, man?
Don't know and don't care.
Yeah, man, I smell you. These cats don't know nothing about basketball.
- You could've schooled them, huh, J? - That's a long time ago, Ray.
What are we doing this weekend?
- Okay. I wanted to talk to you about... - Hey, hey, hey, man. What you doing?
- Do you mind? I wanna talk to my son. - Well, yeah, I mind.
It's the playoffs. Can't y'all take it outside or something?
Listen, Cousin Ray...
...when you start paying for the rent and the food and everything else...
...then maybe you can have some say, okay?
Weren't you supposed to be gone 12 weeks ago?
- Jerome! - What?
I paid for these.
You shouldn't talk to him that way. He's family.
Lydia, he's your cousin Cecily's ex-husband's brother.
He's family. And family don't put out family.
Look, Jerome...
...I wanted to come by and tell you in person.
I gotta head out to Phoenix for work, tonight.
I know, I know. I'm sorry.
I really wanted to hang out. We would've had a lot of fun.
At least can we shoot around back a little bit?
- I wish I could, but... - I've gotten a lot better.
Oh, no, no. That's not it. It's just...
Look, I got a lot going on right now.
Can I show you something in the kitchen?
I really don't have time for one of your talks, okay?
I already feel bad enough about it.
This is the third time in a row you've cancelled plans on him.
What do you want me to say?
I'm training the staff in Phoenix.
And if I do this well, I'm due for a nice promotion.
That's great. But all your son knows is that you are a basketball legend.
And he never gets to play with you.
You're his hero, Jerome.
Heroes are for fairy tales. I'm just a guy trying to do well on his quarterly review.
You need to make time for your son.
He's 13 years old.
Pretty soon, he's not gonna care whether you come around or not.
I told you, the schedule is only temporary.
So is his childhood.
Jerome Jenkins. There's only five seconds left.
They don't know what to do. They're down by two.
He's out for the three. Three, two, one...
"MJ"? No way.
- Defense! - Damn.
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
That's what you get. That's what you get.
He's on fire.
He puts it up...
No, you didn't.
What the..?
- The most amazing game of basketball played in the last decade.
- How did they win? - I guarantee...
... you will not see another game like that in a very, very long time.
Oh, man!
Jerome.
You're not thinking about trying out, are you?
- No, I'm just here to watch. - Okay, I was about to say...
There's a lot of serious ballers out here, man.
I don't wanna see you embarrass yourself.
- Next. - All right.
Excuse me, brother.
- Hey, sweetness. - Name?
Ray Thomkins. But you probably know me by my streetball name, X-Ray.
Oh, that's a really good name for you. Because I can see right through you.
Put this on and do not take it off until you get cut.
- What? Girl, I ain't getting cut. - Next!
I need a new streetball name.
Everybody! Everybody! Welcome to the Game On Open Run.
Now, you'll be divided into teams of three.
You'll play each other, and at the end of the day...
...the three most proficient challengers...
...will have the esteemed honor of contesting the Game On team.
Now, without further ado, allow me to introduce to you...
...the Game On squad.
Raindrop.
Ghost in the Machine.
Cavity.
Miracle Whip.
Buck Wild. Buck Wild.
And the Right Honorable Coach Archie.
Game On squad!
Give it up for DJ Spears.
Look at these fools. Lining up for the slaughter.
You forgetting how we found you?
Well, this bunch is weaker than Wednesday.
- Looks like our jobs are safe. - Don't count your chickens yet.
We've been on a losing streak the last three cities.
You don't play as well as your opponents, they could take your seat.
Man, I'll crush anybody out there. I guarantee that.
You're not the only one out there.
If you guys really wanna move beyond the street...
...you're gonna have to learn to not play selfish.
It's the only way you're gonna be great players.
We already great players, okay?
Ain't nobody better than us. We the phattest team out there.
No, no, fellas, listen. Seriously, you're not fat.
Not at all. Y'all are in great shape.
All right, let's get it started.
The first two teams up. Come on, y'all.
Oh, that's pretty.
Yeah, that's right.
Oh, you gotta finish that, kid!
Wait a minute. Where'd it go?
Come on, son. You out the game. Get off the court. Move!
Jordan!
- I'm okay. - Get out there, man. That's right.
Oh, Rainbow!
Looks like you had to. Get over there, boy.
Yeah.
Oh, watch out, now. How you feeling?
Okay. That's all right, then.
All right, people. All right. Nice playing out there. Yeah.
All right, so we narrowed it down to the final three challengers.
Now, what Game On cares about is style.
All right, so bring your best, play with flair...
...but play as a team and play to win.
Remember, Buck, there's no I in team.
There's no you in team either, fool.
So, people, tell me, what time is it? It's time to get your...
- Game on! - Game on!
That's right. Let's get it cracking, y'all.
Hey, what's up? J's not out here practicing.
Seriously. He must have been abducted by aliens last night.
Come on. Let's go check out the Open Run.
He's Buck Wild, y'all.
Why you trying to tangle with Cavity? Why you trying, son?
Hey, what's up? Hey, Nathan.
- Hey, man. How you doing? - Good.
Oh, my. Don't hurt him!
Come on, son, let's go.
Oh, my God, Cavity.
You don't know where the ball is, do you?
You don't even know where it is.
Oh, you didn't see that wall? Oh, yeah. We call it Buck Wild.
Get up, punk.
Cavity, defying all of gravity!
Where the ball, kid? Yeah, that's right.
It's too late.
No competition. It's ridiculous. Winning shot.
Oh, what's this?
Think you can drop the rock better than Buck Wild?
Go on, then. Put it up, then. Go on, scrub.
Come on, man.
- Oh, my God. - Give me that. Give me that.
This is it, baby.
What?!
- Give it to the kid. - Let the kid shoot it.
- Let him shoot it. - Come on.
Think you could do it again? Huh, peewee?
- Give it to the kid. - Go on.
You got it. You can make it. You can make it.
Nothing.
Get out here. Let's see if you can do it for real, in a game.
Come on. Get out!
Let's go.
Come on, lucky sneakers.
- Hold on, Buck. - Back off!
One-on-one, me and the kid. Now, come on, let's do this.
- Everybody off the court! Everybody! - Hey, man.
Get off the court.
Is he allowed to do that?
- Get off me! - Buck, you're manhandling him.
Come on, Buck. That ain't right.
Over. It's over. Oh, my God.
How you like me now?
Not so much.
Do you hear that? The whole crowd's turning against you. What are you doing?
I ain't letting no punk kid show me up.
That's one, midget.
Yeah.
Come on. What you got?
What the..?
Oh, man. He's got them going crazy. They coming out on the court.
- You lucky I tripped. - It's bedlam. It's over.
- I can't control them. - Yeah, J.
Hey, you like that kid? You know that's my nephew.
Yeah, I'm like his manager. More like his mentor.
You know, I love the kids. Each one, teach one.
You like kids?
Do you mind?
What, huh? You think this is funny?
I ain't playing.
That's it. Next point wins.
No, he didn't. No, he did not!
Buck Wild is going out on a limb here, y'all.
- It's a death match. Two men enter... - Just shut up and call the game.
All right. Ball's in. Come on, let's see it. Give it to me.
What?
Did you see that? Did you see that?
Kid's on fire now. Yeah.
All right. You got hops, but do you got handles?
- Come on. Let's go. - Ball's in play. Let's go.
Come on, now.
Oh, no.
What?
- Holy bull's-eye! Oh, my goodness! - Oh, my...
Unbelievable.
Oh, snap! Well, I guess we know who's getting off the bus today.
- Man, Buck... - Forget you.
Don't be upset with me.
- You brought it on yourself. - Did you just see that?
- Yo, hold up... - Did you just see that?
- Did you see that? - Of course I saw it.
- That was mighty impressive, kid. - Thanks.
- They tell me you're Double J's kid. - Yep.
Well, we'd sure like it if you'd join us on the Game On bus.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Coach? - Yeah?
Could you help me down?
Excuse me.
Did I overhear you say you're Jerome Jenkins' manager?
- Why? What did he do? - I'm with Surefire Sports Marketing.
I think Jerome could be an advertiser's dream.
Then I'm Ray Thomkins, Jerome Jenkins' manager.
Oh, my God. Did you see him out there?
He was like Jordan, shooting shots from the three-point line.
Dude, you won the Open Run.
How did you do that?
- I don't know. - No, seriously, J.
What's gotten into you, man? How'd you play like that?
All right. Come here.
Now, listen, you can't tell a soul.
Craziest thing happened last night. I was out in the alley shooting hoops...
...and I found this pair of sneakers, so I took them up to my room.
And then there was this explosion.
And the power went out.
The shoes were glowing. I think they're magic.
I told you he was abducted by aliens.
Did they probe you?
Seriously, check this out.
- "MJ"? - "MJ"?
- No way. - No way.
Guys, they invited me to the Game On tour bus.
Man, that's unbelievable.
Does that mean you'll be gone all summer?
What do you expect? He's a big star now.
He doesn't have time for us little people.
I can't believe you're playing for Game On.
I'm automatically in the finals at the King of the Concrete tournament.
Wait a minute. That means you'll get a shot at the $5000?
Plus my name on the Ball of Fame. And I get to choose my own teammates.
Oh, that's great. It's too bad you can't go.
- But why not? - Well, because you're a child.
They're not letting a minor on that bus.
Not without any adult supervision or some kind of chaperon...
...or somebody to look over you.
Really?
Yeah, you're gonna have to find somebody over 18...
...who has the summer off, who knows the streetball scene.
Someone who could watch your back and give you tips and advice.
- I bet you know just the person. - Well, yeah, but...
My dad. Thanks, man.
- Weren't you trying out today too? - I didn't see you. What happened?
Yeah, well, I was there.
I just couldn't bring my A game because my acid reflux was acting up.
- This is Mr. Jenkins. - Dad.
Jerome, is something wrong?
No, I just need to talk to you.
This is not the best time. Can I call you back tonight?
No, Dad, look, something really weird is going on.
I found these sneakers, and now I can play basketball like you wouldn't believe.
I won the Open Run, and they invited me on the Game On tour.
Slow down. You did what? You got invited where?
To go on tour with Game On this summer.
Wait a minute. You're just a kid.
I'm better than everyone out there. Coach says I could be a real star.
- Look, you've got plenty of time... - They're leaving tonight.
They won't let me on without a guardian. Come with me?
Jerome, I don't know what's going on back there...
... but you're gonna have a lot of opportunities in life.
Not all of them are gonna be ones you should pursue.
I can't take that kind of time off work. I just can't do it.
I'm sorry. I hope you understand.
- You would come if it wasn't basketball. - That is not true.
Listen, I'm gonna have to call you back later, okay?
I'll call you tonight, all right?
I don't know. It just seems like a lot so fast.
But it's not. It's just through the summer.
We don't have any plans.
Don't you have summer school anyway?
And it's a blessing that I'm here when I am.
He needs an older masculine figure in his life.
Not to mention family that can watch his back...
...and make sure he doesn't get taken advantage of. You feel me?
I really should ask your father what he thinks.
- I already asked him. - And?
And it's about basketball. What do you think he said?
I guess my little boy's growing up.
Promise me you'll brush your teeth, you'll stay away from candy bars.
- I promise. - I was talking to Jerome.
- I promise too. - And you'll call home every night?
Of course.
I guess we gotta get you packed.
Yes!
- Yes, yes, yes. We going. We going. - Yes, yes, yes. We going. We going.
- Yeah, we're going! We're going. - Yeah, yeah!
Yeah!
- Man, this is incredible. Do you see this? - Hey, hey, chill out. Act like we belong.
Look how high it is. What do you think that's for?
I don't know. Just forget about it.
I bet that's where they put their basketballs.
Come on, man. We gotta be cool, now. Come on.
All right. Go on. That's you, that's you.
Welcome aboard, little man. You did your thing out there, son.
I'm Cavity. Because I'm so sweet, baby.
Hey, what up? I'm Raindrop.
Yo, I'm Preacher. Thank you for taking out Buck Wild.
Couldn't stand another day with that mean mother on this bus.
Howdy, I'm Dalton. They all call me Miracle Whip.
- I'm Jerome. - What do they call you?
Jerome.
Yo, that's right. We gotta give Jerome a streetball name.
How about Boy Wonder?
- Half Pint. - No, no, no. Shorty By Nature.
Sometimes they come quick...
...but sometimes they just have to reveal themselves.
Don't worry, kid. You'll find your name.
How about Little Gimmick? That's what he is.
Oh, that's Ghost in the Machine. Don't mind him.
He's the only one on this bus who liked Buck Wild.
Hey, hey, hey, what's up, y'all? I'm Ray.
Y'all probably know me by my streetball name, Bucket Head?
Okay. Well, how about Butternut?
Y'all don't know that? On the East Coast, they called me Finger-Licking.
I got one. How about Get Off the Bus Right Now?
- Yeah! - Only Game On players allowed, son.
So you got to step, now.
Oh, okay. All right. Well, my bad. I'll gonna follow in my whip, J.
I'll see you at the hotel in Bay City.
And I'm gonna see y'all at the after party! Okay, right?
One love.
- Hello, groupies. - I love college games.
Hey, boys. Locker rooms are downstairs and to the left.
And the new team photo is gonna happen on the court in a half an hour.
- You must be Jerome Jenkins. - Are you a groupie?
No. I'm Lexi Lopez, the team publicist.
I'm gonna need to get a bio on you ASAP.
- Will it hurt? - You are so cute.
We'll catch up after the game.
Don't get any ideas, little man. Sexy Lexi doesn't date ballplayers.
What? No, I wasn't thinking anything.
Hey, Dalton.
I'm okay.
Bay City is in for a rude awakening.
They ain't never seen moves like mine before.
We gonna shine so bright...
...they're gonna need sunglasses to see us, son.
Have y'all ever watched a man who can really dance?
Yo, that's cool, coach, if that's your thing.
Will you please hear me out?
Now, when a man who can dance is grooving with his lady...
...he doesn't try to outdo her.
He just keeps it simple and lets her shine.
Because the better she dances...
...the cooler he looks.
But we don't have any ladies on the team, coach.
Get on the court, y'all.
Yeah, these college kids, man, they ain't playing around.
Bay City's for real.
Oh, my goodness. They're getting it again.
- Ghost, D up, man. - Game On, you guys better step it up.
- Come on, you guys. - Here they come. Here they come.
Oh, he blew by him. He blew by.
Come on, Raindrop. You gotta get in that game, son.
Get that rebound.
- Game On ball. - Come on.
- Jerome. - Yeah, coach?
Let's see if you can shake these guys up a little bit. Get in there.
Sub. Go on.
Come on, lucky sneakers.
What's this? Coach Archie's sending in the little man...
...Jerome Jenkins Jr.
All right, check him out, man. Check him out.
Yeah. Oh, my...
That's my boy, Miracle Whip.
That's right, y'all. Miracle Whip.
Come on. Give me something. D it up. Let's see what you got.
Oh, my goodness.
Raindrop, baby. Raindrop.
That's...
...game, y'all.
Dude, you were unbelievable out there.
Hey, you guys made it.
Rodney's mom is driving us to your games.
We're staying at the Holiday Inn downtown.
That's cool. Hey, look, this is crazy.
I gotta call you guys. We gotta celebrate.
Sign here, sign here!
Oh, I got you, little piggy.
Dalton, you're in serious need of a little fun in your life.
- I'm having fun. - Man, you're clipping your toenails.
- I know. Check this one out. - Dalton.
Let's just go out and meet some of the locals. They love us.
- Oh, no. I can't. - Why not?
- You're gonna laugh. - I won't.
- I'm scared of girls. - What?
I said, I'm afraid of girls.
Oh, my God! Are you serious?
- You promised you weren't gonna laugh. - Wait. No, Dalton.
Come here, man. I'm gonna help you.
You can't. I'm a lost cause. I just...
- I don't know how to be around them. - It's simple.
If you want a girl, you gotta show her you know how to treat her right.
- How do you mean? - Take her somewhere nice.
Take her out to dinner. Show her the finer things of life.
- Well, like what? - Well, I like to go to Royal Burger.
And get her her own bag of gummy worms.
Then go back to my place and play video games.
But that's just me.
You sure do know a lot about women, Jerome.
- What's up, man? - I heard we were going out.
No, you heard we were going out.
Sorry, kid. Limo's for grown folk.
Who's the cowboy?
How you doing, Tex?
- I gotta go. - What do you mean?
- I gotta go floss. - But...
Look at him. He's too cute.
Yeah, he's adorable. Just let him in. He'll be all right.
Oh, my God. This is incredible. Do you see this? Oh, look at...
And they got the little...
Excuse me. Sorry. Man, this is incredible.
Compliments of Game On Incorporated.
When you play with style, you ride in style, baby.
Yeah, son.
- Is this your first time in a limo too? - Afraid not.
Wait a minute, y'all. I know you got room for one more.
Wait. You're leaving me.
Keep it close, young man. I won't be long.
What? Don't nobody... Are you serious?
Valet. Boy, this Versace.
- May I? - Thank you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.
You just along for the ride, baby. This is for big boys only, son.
Back inside, back inside.
- But I wanna go... - Yeah, I know what you want.
Who wanna dance with Preacher?
What do you desire, Jerome?
God?
No, Dan. Your driver?
Is there somewhere you'd like to go?
- You'll take me anywhere? - The car's yours for the night.
- Yeah! - Yeah!
Hey, we came up with your nickname.
Oh, yeah. You know how your dad used to be Double J?
- Right. - Well, you should be:
- Triple J. - Triple J.
"Triple J" on three.
One, two, three, Triple J!
Mama?
Seriously? I mean, I was thinking of something like...
...Gravy Train or Blockbuster or Lil' Money Grip.
Triple J.
All right. I mean, I guess it's cool, if you're not gonna...
Never mind, man.
Wait, no. If I'm not gonna what?
You can call yourself whatever you want...
...but if you not gonna give the fans what they want, what's the difference?
What do you mean?
Supply and demand. See, you got mad talent.
You just gotta flaunt it.
See, in this sport, people want a star.
They don't care if you could pass or set a pick.
They wanna see moves they've never seen.
See you hit shots they can't believe.
Sexy Lexi.
- Good morning, Dalton. - Hey.
Look, I'm not gonna front, Jerome.
- You the best player out there. - Really?
All I'm saying is...
...don't let these ballplayers, or anybody, stop you.
Hey, the worse tragedy in life is to see talent wasted.
And I know you know that.
Thanks, Cousin Ray.
Yeah, man. We going to the top.
You stick with me, I got your back, baby.
We don't even know how to stop.
We just keep on going, keep on moving. Moving on up.
Come on, baby.
Come on, Purple Demon, give it to me.
- Is this seat taken? - Yes.
I mean, no. I mean... Excuse me.
You know, it's weird.
No matter how nice I am to that boy...
...he always acts so rude around me.
Hey, hey, listen. Look, I know you want Jerome at your benefit.
But what about his benefit and my benefit?
You gonna have to come up with more money.
That's what I said, more money.
Now, look... Hold on. I'm in a lunch meeting right now.
Hello? This is Ray.
Oh, hey, hey, Aunt Lydia.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Everything's fine.
Yeah, he's just having a blast.
Well, you should be proud. I mean, we all are.
Oh, believe me. Nobody's behind Jerome more than I am.
You gonna get hurt.
Black Tops. Black Tops, baby.
That's right.
Go home.
Don't worry about this, man. We got these chumps.
Hey, Pre.
What's the 411 on the brother with all the ink?
That's Flex "Bring the Pain" Watts.
- From Utah State? - Yeah.
I wondered what happened to him.
Oh, well, he transferred to Ohio State...
...Penitentiary.
Come on, now.
I mean, I'm not gonna front, Jerome.
You the best player out there.
Triple J, I'm open.
- Yeah. - That's what I'm talking about.
Give it to Raindrop. Give it to Raindrop.
- Come on! Come on! - Jerome, you got help.
Triple J, I'm open.
- What are you doing, J? - J, pass it. I'm open.
- What's this boy doing? - J, pass the ball.
What?
We did it. Nobody gets cut. We all stay on the bus.
Way to go, boys.
So much for team play, though, huh, coach?
Yeah, Triple J T-shirts. Get your T-shirts.
Autographed pictures. Get your autographed picture.
Give me some money. Give me the money.
What you got? There you go, girl. Thank you. Get your T-shirts.
You're from Bounce magazine, right?
I'm Lexi Lopez with Game On.
Thank you. Love you. Love you so much.
Oh, man.
Know what would be awesome? A shot of the team.
How about in five?
- Let me talk to you for a second. - Just one sec.
- What? - They came to talk to me about Triple J.
Stop trying to steal my thunder, girl.
- Whatever. - That's right.
- Great job, man. - That was nice.
- Thank you. - Awesome game, man.