Tyrell has problems with referees:
all, I wish to dedicate the following event to all my friends, with the
exception of DW, who continue to ridicule, harass, and talk shit to me for
encouraging and participating in the extra-curricular activities of my students;
both former and present.
guys. All of you passed up what DW referred to as "Better than a fucking Lakers
begins, Thursday, four o'clock, I arrive at Tyler and Tyrell's residence to pick
them both up. I honk my horn a multitude of times, but no one exits the house.
Fuck. I pull up into a handicap parking spot, leave the car running, and run up
to their door. After several punches to the door, no one comes. I let myself in.
smelled like cats and smoke. The combination of T.V. and CD player almost
deafened me. Both boys are on the couch, staring at the set. Tyrell had to be at
his basketball game an hour early to practice. I scare the shit out of them both
when I walk into the TV room. I ask if they are ready to go, and they say yes.
We leave--the TV and CD player remain on, and the girlfriend remains on the dads
bed. She is out for the count.
out to my car and there is a cheap-ass rent a cop by my car. He begins to bitch
at me for parking in a handicap spot. I need not respond to him, as Tyrell busts
out with "Me and my brother have to be in special reading classes." I laughed.
Not exactly the response he was looking for.
get in the car, the rent-a-cop continues to talk to me. He is signaling at me to
roll down my window. I ignore him and slam the car into reverse. We have a
basketball game to attend.
at Tyrell's middle school and drop him off. Tyler and I go get McDonald's. We
hit the drive-through, and I buy them both dinner. Tyler eats his in my NEW car,
spilling shit all over the place. I ask him to be more careful. He says OK, and
continues dropping french fries everywhere.
go pick up my friend DW, who has expressed great interest in attending one of
the games. DW was a baller in High School, but I actually met him in college,
where he continued to star on the court. Sadly, he relied way too much on his
image, and not enough on the actual game, so his post-college career has been
pathetic. But, at one time, he was quite a star, especially regionally.
knew who he was, and it was going to be a surprise for him when we arrived at
his game with DW.
arrive back at the school, it is 5:00, the game was to start at 5:30. I have DW
take Tyrell his food. Tyrell was speechless, all he could muster up was "I saw
you on TV." Tyrell then spouted out something about DW and I getting married and
adopting him and his brother. This was too much for DW, he returns to the
twenty minutes is filled with DW bitching at me, Tyler asking DW what it is like
to be "really black", and Tyrell trying to show off on the court for DW.
finally starts, but Tyrell is not a starter. We could see him bitching to his
coach about this, but could not make out any words. Tyrell then points to DW,
the coach looks over, Tyrell jumps up and down in temper tantrum, and the one of
the starters is pulled. Tyrell is in.
normal for a long ass time. Tyrell is on his best behavior, and is playing a
great game. Half-time rolls around, and Tyler is throwing his Ju-Ju fruits on
the court. He is aiming for the center. DW is encouraging this behavior. I do
nothing to stop it, because it is funny. Finally it is announced on the
microphone that "anyone throwing objects at or on the court will be asked to
half begins, and immediately Tyrell is shoved by a kid on the other team. They
talk shit to each other throughout the next 5 minutes of the game. Finally,
after the kid makes a remark about his dad being in jail and his teacher having
to take care of him, Tyrell's dam breaks.
angriest, loudest tone I have ever heard come out of that kids mouth, he screams
"Don't make me cotton candy your ass, Mother Fucker!! I'll cotton candy that
shit right now, Mother Fucker!" The referee blows his whistle, and throws Tyrell
out of the game. Tyrell will not accept this. To the referee he says, "You want
your ass cotton candied too mother fucker? Cuz I will cotton candy that shit,
and with a capital K."
said with a capital K. One of his spelling words last year was cotton. I am a
in the gym is angry, mothers are covering the ears of their children. DW stands
up and shouts out "Cotton candy him kid. Candy dat ass!!"
DW is now
ejected. Tyler then stands up to contest both ejections, when he is also
ejected. He calls the ref a "Pansy ass mother fucker." DW then repeats it,
except a lot louder.
point, everything is chaos. Tyrell is refusing to leave the court. All his
teammates are cheering him on, as is DW. He is loving the attention. He then
decides to drop his shorts, grab his penis, and tells the entire visiting side
of the bleachers to "EAT THIS".
barreled over laughing, headed toward Tyrell, I was in shock. DW actually goes
out onto the court, and tryies to coax Tyrell off of it. Tyrell looks at DW,
again grabs his penis, and suggests that DW "suck my twelve-year old cock."
up at me in the bleachers, gives me a seriously apologetic look, and signals for
me to get down there. I grab my bag and Tyler, and we head down. Everyone is
staring. I refuse to make eye contact with anyone.
coach is nearing him, when Tyrell announces " Coach get away from my cock!!!" I
have never in my life seen a kid as out of control as Tyrell was at this point.
I was truly amazed.
warned Tyrell that the police had been called, when Tyrell decided to pull his
pants up. He walks over to the bench, gives some of his teammates a high five,
then exits the gym.
and I follow him out. DW asks Turell him for an autograph. Tyrell agrees, we get
to my car, and he scribbles his name on the McDonalds bag that was still in my
car. He proudly hands it to DW. DW then says, "Kid, you have no idea how famous
you really are."
I pull up
to DW's house. Tyrell demands that DW kiss me goodnight. I about shot myself. I
told Tyrell that this was inappropriate. He announced that his Dad's girlfriend
kisses her friends all the time. DW laughs, kisses me on the cheek, and gets
then fight over who will sit in the front seat. They begin punching each other.
I stop the car, remove my seatbelt and turn around--just in time to see Tyrell
clock Tyler so hard that his mouth starts to bleed. All over the back seat of my
new car. I scold Tyrell and give Tyler my jacket to soak up the blood that is
now gushing from his mouth. I did about ninety all the way back to their home.
Luckily, his mouth stopped bleeding. I then turned them over to the care of the
20 year old girlfriend who asked me if I "had a smoke she could bum." I told her
I didn't smoke. She asks "What do you smoke?"
goodnight and got the hell out of there. Next Tuesday I take them to see their
dad in jail.
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