True Legend

Ϥ  Format Kindle @True Legend 䭼 Kindle By Mike Lupica ᐫ Ϥ Format Kindle @True Legend 䭼 Kindle By Mike Lupica ᐫ OneIt started with him thinking hed seen a ghost.A basketball ghost.A ghost in a gray hooded sweatshirt, no writing on the front or back, one that seemed way too warm even for a Southern California night, and almost two sizes too big for his long, skinnybody The guy was six three or six four, easy.He was wearing baggy blue jeans, the carpenter kind with pockets, faded nearly to white They seemed to hang on him, too, like they were about to fall down around his ankles.He had old Air Jordans on him, old school classics, high top red and blacks.Drew Robinson recognized the shoes right away because he always did Nobody knew old time basketball kicks better than he did He knew these shoes because hed just bought a pair for himself off, where he went for sneaks out of the past you couldnt find anywhere else.The ghost also had a beat up Lakers cap pulled down low over his eyes, so Drew couldnt get a good look at his face But he could see just enough to tell he was a light skinned brothernot as light as me, Drew thoughtout here on the half court that nobody ever used at Morrison Park, not during the day, certainly not at night, not when there was a lighted full court for you to use at Morrison This one here was lit only by the moon, up high in the sky tonight.Usually Drew Robinsonknown as True Robinson by now to everybody who followed basketballdidnt see anybody using either of Morrisons courts when he arrived after midnight Whether the courts were lighted up or not.There was nothing fancy about this park If you were a good player looking for a game, you went to Shoup Park over in Woodland Hills Drew just liked the full court at Morrison, liked being able to walk the couple of blocks here from home, knowing he could work out in peace, work on his game, without everybody watching every move he made.Watching him the way they had been for a while now, even before he and his mom moved out to Southern California, from the time back in New York, when theyd first started calling himthe best point guard prospect sincepick a nameChris Paul or Derrick Rose or John Wall All the new ones that had come along since they used to say Jason Kidd was the best pure point to ever come along.Even Stephen Curry, one of Drews favorites, who came out of Davidson as a shooter and then showed the NBA the way he could pass the ball.LeBron Junior, some people even called Drew that, not because of the way he played or lookedhe was half a foot shorter than the real LeBronbut because hed made that kind of name for himself before he was even a junior in high school.Truth was, he played like Steph Curry, and looked like him even .Drew True Robinson and his mom lived here in Agoura Hills, just over the line from Westlake Village, where his schoolOakley Academywas Quiet town, at least as far as he was concerned, with this quiet playground in it He could come here when Morrison had emptied out and remember, every single time, why hed loved playing ball so much in the first place.Before it became a ticket to dreams he didnt even know he had.A basketball friend of his from New York, from 182nd and Crotona in the Bronx, Shamel Williams, a boy with no parents and no money, barely getting by on his grandmas welfare check, had told Drew once that the best thing about basketball, the thing he loved about it the most, was that it could even make him forget he was hungry sometimes.Playing ball just fills me up in another way, Shamel said You know what I mean Drew had never gone hungry His mom had always been a professional woman her last job in New York was working as a secretary at a real estate company in Forest Hills Thered always been food on the table.Still, Drew knew what Shamel was saying to him.Basketball had always filled him up, too.Morrison gave him that feeling when he had the place to himself Only tonight he was sharing the place with this ghost player, the ghost doing things on this bad court that made Drew think hewas in some kind of dream.Dribbling the ball like a Harlem Globetrotter, like Curly Neal, who Drew had met at Madison Square Garden one time, like the ball was on some kind of string High dribbles to low, both handsDrew wasnt even sure at first whether he was righty or leftybehind his back, through his legs He was making it look easy, like he wasnt even paying attention, like he couldve been doing something else at the same time, checking his phone or texting on it.Then off the dribble came the spin moves and shots, the guy working the outside, draining shots that would have been three pointers easy if there had been a three point line on this old used upcourt instead of just potholes and weeds.And the guyghosthardly ever missed, even though there were these moves he made, ones that started with his back to the basket, moves like a blur that should have made it impossible forhim to pick up where the rim was when he came out of them.Here under the light of the moon.Unreal, Drew thought.Because how could it be anything else Drew saw all this without being seen himself He was hidden by a palm tree, his own ball resting on his hip.He watched the guy walk to the far edge of the concrete, as far away from the basket as he could get, take a deep breath, let it out, then glide toward the hoop, long legs eating up the distance.Then he was in the air, somehow exploding in slow motion, like it wasnt just the kicks he was wearing, like he was Air Jordan himself, the ball high in his right hand until he threw it down from so far above the rim it was as if he had fallen out of the sky.Catching the ball with his left on his way down before it even hit the ground.He wasnt done.He bounced the ball to himself, high as he could, elevated, caught the ball as he started to come down Only he didnt throw it down right away Instead he tucked it into his belly like he was a running back in football, somehow stayed in the air as he went underneath the iron, then reverse slammed it home.Ten, Drew thought.Perfect dag gone ten.Who was he This ghost who seemed as happy to have Morrison to himself as Drew always did.Only tonight neither one of them was alone.And even though Drew knew he should be moving on, getting on with his own business, he couldnt stop watching the show.Drew thought, Im watching him do things with a ball that only Im supposed to do around here.Not so much the dunking things, even though Drew could definitely throw down with fl air when he wanted to No It was the shooting, the ballhandling, like the ball was one part of this guy, same as his arms and legs.Drew watched now as the guy dribbled away from the basket, like he was on his way into the trees himself Then he gave one quick look over his shoulder before casually tossing the ball upover his head, a crazy no look shot that floated through the night and hit nothing but net Even the forgotten courts at Morrison had nets.Drew couldnt help himself, couldnt restrain himself any longer.He started clapping, like he was at some kind of outdoor concert.Man, Drew said, laughing, I got to get some of this.Then he said, You want some company Half thinking to himself that if the guy turned around as Drew stepped out from behind the tree, an old hooper like this, he might recognize Drew, might see that the voice calling out to him belonged to True Robinson.Himself.The guy didnt turn around.He just ran.Didnt want to know who was talking to him, didnt care, just ran and picked up his ball like it was the most valuable possession he had in the world and disappeared into the night.Wait Drew yelled after him His voice sounded as loud as thunder.But just like that, the guy was gone.As if hed never been there at all.Praise for True Legend The perfect trifecta of deep knowledge and portrayal of the history and culture of basketball, keen insight into the obstacle course of motivations and temptations facing a talented young man, and perfect pitch sports writing Lupica is the greatest sportswriter for middle grade readers, and this book, True Legend, is a reminder of his dominance VOYA, starred reviewLupica scores another winner with this cautionary tale Loaded with action packed, suspenseful basketball sequences, crisp dialogue, sharply drawn characters, and keen insight into contemporary basketball culture in America, Drews story illuminates the realities and choices facing gifted young athletes School Library JournalWritten in a fluid mix of slightly distantexposition and terse dialogue, the tale features plenty of suspenseful, expertly depicted hoops action alongwith choices both wrong and, ultimately, right made in the face of glittering temptations Booklist True Legend Wikipedia True is a Chinese martial arts film directed by Yuen Woo ping, starring Vincent Zhao, Zhou Xun, Jay Chou, Michelle Yeoh, Andy On, David Carradine, Guo Blu ray Zhao, Ping Movies TV Mike Lupica on FREE shipping qualifying offers New 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    • Format Kindle
    • True Legend
    • Mike Lupica
    • Anglais
    • 03 May 2016
    • 304 pages

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