Rodney Barrus Jr.
That's me. Named after my pops. Big Rodney.
Tell you something about me? I dunno. I play ball. That's all.
I don't really know what I'd be doin' if I wasn't playing ball. I don't even know if people would know who I was if I wasn't playin' ball. Even my pops didn't pay me no attention before I was playin' ball. I don't even know if my pops liked me before...Yeah.
Nah. Scratch that. He's a hustler. My pops is a hustler. He makes things happen. And I just gotta play real good. And do what he says. That's all. Just like listening to coach.
A girlfriend? Naaaaaah. Ha ha. You crazy.
I mean, the girls in school never said nothing to me 'til we won that big game. And Lashelle, she said she liked me and she wanted to be my girl. She's mad pretty, though. My cousin Rabbit, she calls them skeezers and tells me that if they didn't like me before I should kick 'em to the curb before they try to say hi to me. No, I don't realy know how you kick somebody to the curb before they say hi. But that's some of the crazy stuff Rabbit says. She's mad cool, though. Like she'll share her chico sticks with me and she'll help me do my English homework, but she makes me understand it, too. She said it's cause she don't want me to look stupid in class. Like a dumb jock.
Am I a dumb jock? Nah. But, like, summa my teachers don't really ask me a lotta questions 'cause coach talks to them and they act like they my fans, too. It's crazy. Only the mean ones that think I must be dumb because I play ball - they the ones that ask me. But that's when I surprise them. Taadaa...
Yeah. I'm full of surprises.