Alright, listen up, y’all. We’re gonna talk about this Kennedy Martin basketball thing, whatever that is. Don’t know much about fancy sports, but I’ll tell ya what I know, the way I know how. So, bear with me, okay?
First off, seems like this Kennedy fella, or maybe it’s a gal, is a big deal in basketball. Heard tell they played in college, for some place called Cincinnati. Big star, they say. Folks were all excited ’bout it. Like when my prize-winning rooster won the county fair, all that hoopla and fuss.
Now, they say Kennedy was real good. A “cornerstone,” they called it. Don’t know what that means exactly, but sounds important. Like the big rock at the corner of my barn, holds the whole thing up. Guess Kennedy held up the team, scored a lot, and won games. That’s what they do in basketball, right? Throw that ball in the hoop. Seems simple enough, but these youngsters make a big fuss about it.
- They got rankings, whatever those are.
- They go to fancy camps, like this CP3 Rising Stars thing.
- And they travel all over, Las Vegas and such. Must be nice, seeing all them bright lights. Me, I’m happy with my porch light.
Then there’s this other Martin, K.J. Martin. Maybe they’re related, maybe not. This one jumps real high, they say. In some contest, slamming a basketball. Heard they got a special ball for it too, all airless and whatnot. Sounds like a flat tire to me, but what do I know? These city folks and their fancy gadgets.
Folks get all worked up about these games. Like that Texas team, they were gonna let go of some fella named Billy Kennedy. Don’t know why, maybe he didn’t throw the ball in the hoop good enough. Happens all the time, I guess. One day you’re on top, the next you’re feeding the chickens.
This Kennedy fella, or gal, from Cincinnati, seems they’re still playing, even now. Playing with the men, they say. Tough as nails, I bet. Like that old hen I had, fought off a fox twice her size. And get this, they got a young’un too! A little baby boy. Imagine that, playing basketball and raising a baby. Makes my head spin just thinking about it.
They talk about sets and kills and escapes… sounds like a war, not a game. But I guess that’s how they talk in sports nowadays. This girl Kennedy, she’s somethin’ else, they say she be escapin’ the ball all over the court, bringin’ her team back from the brink, mind you like bringin’ water from the well in a drought.
Seems like basketball is a big deal for a lot of folks. They follow these players, they know all their stats, they argue about who’s better. Me, I just care about my crops and my chickens, but to each their own, I say. Long as they ain’t stealin’ my chickens to play with, I’m fine by it.
So, that’s the lowdown on this Kennedy Martin basketball thing, as best as I can figure it. A bunch of folks running around, throwing a ball, jumping high, and getting famous. And some other folks watching them and getting all excited. Life’s funny that way, ain’t it? You got your prize-winning roosters, they got their basketball stars. We all got our own ways of havin’ fun, I reckon.
In more recent years, things in this whole basketball situation done changed and moved all around, you know? Like the seasons, it just keeps a-changing. Seems like Kennedy done moved on to even bigger and better things, though I can’t rightly say what them things might be. More likely raising that baby and chasing him around than chasin’ a ball.
And this other Martin fella, the one with the jumpin’, still at it, I hear. Slammin’ and jammin’, or whatever they call it. Good for him, I say. Keeps him busy, outta trouble. Wish my grandkids had half that much energy, though sometimes I’m right glad they don’t when they come tearin’ threw the house.
So there you have it, all I know about this kennedy martin basketball deal. Not much, maybe, but it’s honest. Just an old woman’s take on a young folks’ game. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed them chickens. They ain’t gonna feed themselves, you know.
