Press Conference

"Congratulations!!!! Mr.Eazy 

You are now a father of three; how do you feel?"

Eazy 

I feel great and can't wait to see my two boys get into the NBA. I'll try to play long enough to play against them in the future.

Press

"Eazy, what about your daughter Isabella? She has also been making noise in the youth basketball world. WNBA teams are already scouting her when she hasn't even reached elementary school yet. What do you think of her skills and potential?"

Eazy

Isabella is my firstborn, and I'm incredibly proud of her. She works hard day and night to perfect her skills in basketball. I hardly think anyone her age can outshoot her. Frankly speaking, I don't think anyone in the WNBA or NBA could outshoot her. That's how much confidence I have in her shot. 

Press

"Mr. Eazy, that's impossible. She's still young, and even though she's skilled, we wouldn't push it that far. But we will take your word for it."

Eazy

Any more questions?

Press

...

A few hours later 

Happy Father's Day!!!!

I see all my family members home with a happy father's day banner hanging from my gate. Looking at the huge mansion located in .....???

I watched as the gate opened, and Isabella came flying with her scooter. As she dropped it and came and hugged me. 

Isabella

"Happy Father's Day, daddy. I'm so glad you were able to make it home for today".

Ya, I'm glad our training camp wasn't comfortable for sure, but I still learned a lot. How's your training coming along?

Isabella

"Great daddy, Aunt Opal has been teaching me a lot, and Nike has even offered to put their logo on our uniforms and become a sponsor for our team thanks to your fame."

I was surprised by this, as my agent…??? had never mentioned this to me. But I brushed it off as we made our way to our home. When I got in everybody was there, including Flo, who was never home. She only came back to break the news that she was settling down and getting married, which of course, I had to do it big for her as we started making preparations.

Seeing Riri and Sandra holding my kids up, I felt a sense of belonging and love as I threw down my bags and yelled DADDY'S HOME!!!. The two ladies blushed before walking towards me and handing my two sons to me. 

Zion and Rakeem, I missed you two dearly. They had no idea what was going on, as they were still sleeping. I laughed and said these guys are lucky all they do is eat, sleep and s.h.i.+t while I'm out there busting my a.s.s in this training camp. 

Everyone there laughed as I went to freshen up before coming to hang out with the family. Rasta came out of nowhere, asking me if I could partic.i.p.ate in a father's day game the next day. This caused a little confusion as I wondered, but this is not on my schedule? 

Rasta

"Ya, this is with our new church, they invited us to a special father's day picnic and sports. The whole family is going, so there is no point in staying home alone. 

I wasn't too happy that I had finally gotten a day off, and I still had to play. Rasta noticed the angry faces I was making and said," relax, you will be a bench player."

This caused me to be a little surprised as I got a little annoyed saying do I look like a fking bench player.

Rasta laughed and" said, relax, you can just come in a few times and take some shots. And some kids might want your autograph."

Wtf Rasta, it's my fking day off, do me and favor and fk off. Rasta laughed so hard but got serious and said, " don't fail us tomorrow" before walking away. I rolled my eyes and went to hang out with my kids.

The babies were asleep most of the time, so I went to find Isabella for a little one on one game. She got fired up when she heard I wanted to have a game with her. 

We went down to the bas.e.m.e.nt using an elevator as a state of the art basketball court was built right underneath my house. Turning on the lights as we started stretching and warming up. No one was around, no cameras and noise, just a quiet place to get our minds right whenever we needed it. 

Isabella

"Shoot for the ball, daddy ?" 

Ya, right, we will be here forever if that was the case, here ladies first. I pa.s.sed her the ball as she received it and checked it up to me, I checked it back, and as soon as she got the ball she threw it up. I could have blocked it, but I went easy on her as she made the basket. I encouraged her by saying," good job, honey, nice shot." 

We checked it up again; this time, she did a step back before shooting the ball for another one point, giving her the lead. 

Isabella

"Daddy, what are you playing?" 

We can play to 10. I don't want to crush you that badly. Isabella frowned and got serious as she was motivated to now take me down in this game. 

She dribbled a little, and with her tiny legs, she blew past me and laid it up. I wanted to see what else she could do as she tried a lot of different plays on me. In one of the plays, I was seriously trying to block the ball when she went up and under the hoop throwing it behind her without looking. She now had eight points and was getting overconfident, so I had to give her a reality check.

As the next shot she took, I blocked it and brought it back to the three-point line and took the shot giving me two points. We were playing by ones and twos, so I had to make quick work of this girl as I shot from outside the line over and over again until I won. 

Isabella

"Daddy, it's no fair you were using your height to shoot over me every time." 

I laughed and told her that sometimes life isn't fair. We just have to learn from our mistakes and do better. 

The next day we ended up at the church as I ended up on the bench all game until it was a tie game with the clock running out, and they needed me to take the last shot. I declined them, saying it was cheating. They got mad at me, but I ignored them and went to sign some autographs for the kids. 

Rasta ended up taking the last shot to win the game. 

See aren't you glad I didn't play since you became the star of the game.

Rasta

"Ya ya ya 

Thanks for the vote of confidence".

The day continued until father's day was over. 

Happy Father's Day to all my male readers 

Cheers 

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