(7) Quincy McCall, Love & Basketball vs. (10) Kyle Lee Watson, Above The Rim

THE RULES

They’ll never take me alive

Shimmy shaking left to right, one player nearly smashes his face onto the gravel as a knee gives out. The other is alone at the rim, moving past him. All it takes is one dribble and the guard, rocking a shaved line down the middle of his head, lobs it to himself and finishes with a jam. Read More »

The line stretches almost around the block. There’s a girl, black hair pulled back in a pony tail, with a Spalding basketball nestled between her arm and torso. A man with an afro squints forward, his eyes panning through the line ahead of him before reaching down with a finger to clean a sliver of dirt off his Jordans and adjusting a device on his ankle. Towards the back, a man dressed in rags is telling anyone that’ll listen that he could once grab a quarter off the top of the backboard. Read More »