Sharing his basketball origin storyfrom @articlesofstyle

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A lot of people ask about my basketball days now that my video of humbling YouTubers has gone viral, so I'll share my story. But first, let me start by why I created that video. That video was created because MK went on Tier, yapping about how he's better than NBA players, but he hasn't put in that work. And I did put in that worse, and you don't really understand how much work I'm talking about. When I was in high school, I trained for basketball eight hours every single day. Four hours of ball handling, all skill work, and then a thousand jump shots every single day. I hardly missed a day. And to be clear, I'm not talking about seven and a half hours. I'm talking about eight hours. I was obsessed. Working on my game is all I did. It's all I cared about. I wanted to be Jason Williams with White Chocolate. I wanted to be Allen Iverson. I even had the cornrows. When I was 15 years old, I got a tattoo on my chest so I could pull my jersey to a side after I dunked on a guy and scream like I was Kenny L. Martin. In high school, I would cross guys over, make them fall to the ground, drive down the lane, absolutely crank it on these slow white hockey players. I dunked the ball so hard sometimes it would bounce off the ground and go up in the upper bowl. I'd have to stop the game and send the kid to go get it. And then college coach best started coming to my game. I was a highly recruited athlete. Tom Izzo from Michigan State, Tommy Amaker from Michigan. And I didn't even care. I was going home to ice my knees and watch old high