
— Winner! Winner! Chicken Dinner!, Early July, 2017
*Lyric made it through the game successfully. Lyric with Team Durant was able to defeat Team Walker in fashion, putting on a showcase for all who was at Dyckman Park to remember. Without a doubt, Durant did steal the show, but Lyric managed to shine and bask in his own light. Both camps showed love to each other in good sportsmanship as the crowd was still hype with Supernatural closing out the show. Not a moment too soon though, Lyric found him-self being approached by Durant him-self.*
Durant: Yo, Lyric
Lyric: KD, good game.
Durant: Yeah, same to you, good game. Glad we was able to link up get this W baby, you held your own out there.
Lyric: Yo, I do what I can. Guys like you and Kemba and J.R., I definitely had to step up.
Durant: I hear that. You keep that attitude about you on the court. Keep working hard, keep building your game. Don't think the NBA didn't notice you, you turning heads everywhere. I'm sure one day you'll make into the league.
Lyric: Yo, thanks man, I appreciate the word of encouragement.
Durant: So what's next for you?
Lyric: Drew League. Me and Supernatural flying back out to Cali to get it done.
Durant: Oh word? Aight, I'll definitely see you there. I won't be playing, but I know you'll going to want to bring your A-game and then some.
Lyric: Wow, it's like that?
*Kemba walker briefly stops by to congratulate with Lyric and KD*
Kemba: Aye, good game fellas.
Lyric: Yeah, good game bro, fa'sho.
Durant: Yeah, man, it's like that. Drew League, them guys don't play. But I'll tell you what, I'll call up some of my boys to hook you up and we gonna see if you're really cut for the NBA.
Lyric: Good looking, but don't worry, we're not even cut from the same cloth. My game will be there.
Durant: Oh, I know this, for sure. I'm out man, I'll see you.
*The two part ways, Lyric heading to his family and friends for a quick post-op as it seems Momma Lyric had her camera out and ready*
Mom: Baby! Come here, take a picture with us, we gotta savior this moment!
Lyric: No doubt, get my good side.
*Pops did the honor taking the picture of the group that was all smiles.*
Pop: There we go. Looking good out there Lyric, you did work, I'm proud of you.
Lyric: Appreciate it. Felt good out there. Glad it's over with though, too much hype around that game, you know?
Ahmed: Bro! You was out there KILLING IT!! You hit that three piece dribble, jabbed left and pulled back? Had Kemba on skates!!
*Ahmed and Lyric pounded each other hands, chuckling about it*
Lyric: Word! I didn't even know I was going to pull that off, haha.
Ahmed: Pull that off?? You popped a three in his face on the step-back bro!
Lyric: Alright, now that shot was luck! Quote it!
?: Hey!
*Lyric turns around with his attention grabbed from a voice in the distance*
Tammy: So I guess you did have a little razzle dazzle in you, haha. Good game Lyric!
Lyric: Ayyye'! I told you I'd do a little something something.
Avery: You balled out with KD, that was sick!
Lyric: Yeah, it was. It was an honor playing with him, and we got the win to celebrate with it
*Lyric goes in to high five with Avery*
Avery: You think you will go the NBA? I want you to play for Golden State.
Lyric: Golden State?
Avery: Yeah, that's my favorite team! Can't be Chef Curry and KD!
*Lyric looks at Avery dastardly before being interrupted in his response*
Ahmed: Lyriiic, who's the honey dip?
Lyric: Chill fam, this is Tammy, she's a friend.
Pops: Mhm, just friends? -smirks-
Lyric: Aye, Dad, could you not? Thank yoooou!
Tammy: Haha, your family is cute. I see where you get your goofy charm.
Ahmed: Hey, hey! If anybody who has taught this man charm, you ought to be speaking to me, Ahmed Riley, super natural guru of self-charm expo.
Lyric: This guy...
*Tammy couldn't help contain her laugh along with Avery's obnoxious ridicule laughter to tone down to the suave effect from Ahmed's attempt*
Lyric: Speaking of super natural, I'll be back. Gotta chop it up with my dude.
*Lyric makes his way over to Supernatural who was talking to some of the players in the game as they parlayed.*
Lyric: Yo, Supe!
Supernatural: Yo, good game out there man. You and KD did y'all thing. Had the house buzzing! Everybody cams out! So you know this is hitting the cyber asap! Nothing but good looks brother!
Lyric: That's music to my ears.
Supernatural: Songs of the playground.
Lyric: No doubt. So we out early tomorrow, hit up the Drew?
Supernatural: Yeah, yeah, L.A., L.A., city of angels. That's where it's going down you feel me? So you need to be ready 'cause they don't play out there.
Lyric: Yeah, Durant was telling me about so.
Supernatural: Then you've already been warned. But check it, it's nothing new you haven't tested waters with. You've been up against some of the greats of today and yesterday. You just got to keep that in mind and stay afloat.
Lyric: Aight, I hear you, bet.
Supernatural: Aight man, I'll see you early bird status. Don't keep your family and your girl waiting, playa', haha.
Lyric: Yeah, yeah, I'll see you.
*Lyric makes his way back to his crew, heading out of the Heights back to Harlem. Plan was to hit up Sylvia's restaurant and enjoy ourselves and toast to the small victory. Small victory it is, as it's not much, but a stepping stone to the next obstacle. But these stepping stones were not to be overlooked. A step forward in the right direction always can lead to the next plateau, for a clear vision of the horizon. Next stop, Los Angeles, California. Drew League...*
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