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Show 7, Jeffries, Islamorada guys all shooting baskets, hell, I was one of 'em, but do you like those lottery odds? Is it maybe just a dream to play for Cleveland-" "Man tryin' to close out my options," he elbowed Washington, and resumed with scorn, "Maurice could sign with the Bullets, and I see LA is nice this time of-" "Lottery odds! But hell you play that too! Okay these little guys shooting their baskets, there's disappointment; about how many of these hopefuls are gonna actually put on NBA-" "Man thinks he has me on the math. Shee-oot. I know there ain't full employment out there. Lots of boys don't make it. . .armies of the little white boys don't make it-" "Amen!" "Some got to play in Europe and some be Harlem Magicians or tie up four years in college. . .hell, Maurice your superfly forward knows the odds are long, and the hours are long--" Here Yolanda yawned and Zenobia hiked up her skirt and crossed her legs but the boys watched Maurice hopefully as he appeared to be working something out on his fingers, "but, nation-wide, we're talking 'bout the boys grown to dress for the professional travelin' squads, say only, maybe, three percent?" |