IT’S MY JAM
The dominance of Ga-Ga Ball was over.
Back in vogue were acting like cats across the playground of Wagstaff and sculpting perfectly formed breasts on hedge sculptures.
For one champion of the defunct sport however, falling back into more traditional activities proved weary.
Regular Size Rudy walked over to the basketball court and lay down on the tarmac, staring gently up at the sky, watching them form images that only his mind could perceive.
“Hey Rudester” came a voice from the left of him, Rudy smiled before turning, he knew who it was.
“”I thought you wanted that nickname banned” he said as Louise Belcher lay down next to him
“Hey, that was only so I could have exclusive rights to it, y’know? Besides, that was before you got me to channel my own compeititive spirt and play that game” she said.
“Sorry we were so taken in by it” Rudy continued, “It gave me so much confidence, but it also gave me too big an ego
“And it gave Gene the willes, good thing he convinced us all it was taking away the independence of the playground” Louise said.
“He still working on another hedge sculpture?” Rudy asked.
“He’s trying to give the thing braces now” Louise said.
“Hedge sculpting is great” Rudy replied
“It’s kind of considered vandalism here” Louise added.
“Which is even better” said Rudy, which made Louise laugh.
“So what are you thinking about?” she asked.
“Trying to picture myself in the clouds, slamming an ace dunk across the courtyard” said Rudy.
“Still hung up on your failings at basketball I see” noted Louise.
“That’s my jam Louise, that’s why I felt so empowered by Ga-Ga Ball, the chance for David to slay Goliath. This might sound a tad blasphemous, but being the person I was in that pit made me feel biblical”
“Well, thinking you’re God may be a little lofty, but it’s more preferable than declaring yourself a Phantom Menace, I’m glad you’re working on a page one rebuild of yourself, just don’t make it an Episode I rebuild, you know what I’m saying?” Louise replied.
The pair clutched their hands together and stared long and hard until they saw an image come together as the clouds danced around them.
“That’s a basketball net isn’t it?” said Louise looking at the right set of clouds, before turning and staring to the left of her.
“Wow, is that Michael Jordan? He looks pretty short” Louise observed.
“No, it’s Elmer Fudd. You have seen that movie right?” Rudy replied.
Louise smiled, and tightened her grip on Rudy’s hand.
“You know what the scary part is about you persuading me to play the game? Even when you turn out to be wrong, you’re always able to convince me you’re right”
Rudy turned and gently stroked her face with his right hand.
“This too, is so my jam” Rudy quietly whispered.