“I predict we’ll all “be on that level” someday. Sorry peers, but I often need a reminder of what we’re really doing. So helpful and, nowadays, so necessary for drunken play-throughs made possible by unattended party laptops. As if the song title “Basketball” isn’t self-indicating enough, the repeated line “they’re playing basketball,” finishes the sentence, clearing all listener doubts as to what they, we, the world is doing. The genre gets downright educational within the movie’s more characteristic tracks. No, I don’t do the reading, but I do listen to Nas reiterate the word “peace” over a dozen times alongside “knowledge is power” before class because I’m a fucking diplomat. It still does, especially when I walk to my political science discussion on Fridays. There was no rhyme or reason behind this realization other than I liked the intervals I was hearing. I couldn’t hoop, but ruling the world while wearing Nike calf socks suddenly became a viable career path and destiny. Upon that initial DVD viewing, only two orchestra-kid-timed bars of “Rule” passed before I knew I was based-god’s gift to suburbia. It’s only appropriate that I start with what started it all: not Nas, but his computerized background music. But, it’s Selection Sunday, and I’m ready to gush over the motion picture soundtrack that taught me how to feel and how to deal (with the player haters). My love for this topic is as unmatched as it is undiscussed. “Like Mike” is my favorite movie, and thank Jehovah since I’m a 20-year-old straight female who’s dating life is going JUST FINE MOM. SO mesmerizing that it transports my 10-year-old heart and all of its passions somewhere else and leaves it there for six recreational basketball years of equally aggressive bricks and picks. The radio edit of Nas’s “Rule” backdrops the whole thing with something mesmerizing. It’s beautiful, but for more than the standard “ball is life” reason. The difference between isosceles and equilateral is mapped out to be a press play, as the two bond further into an orange paint fight, which comes off as a ploy by Nickelodeon-but I’ll digress for fear of getting too emotional. Surely enough, Calvin understands. Reynolds paints triangles on the exterior walls of his home because, well, he is in fact 2002’s greatest cinematic father figure. So the two head outside for a math lesson.
On top of getting framed by basketball adults and being sold off to prodigy-hungry adoptive parents, the little guy’s got a geometry test tomorrow, and basketball is the only answer.
Kid protagonist Calvin Cambridge sits across from his hero and teammate, Tracy Reynolds. Everything the NBA touches is our kingdom.” It’s just a game room with exceptionally long tables, but an oceanic view through a near completely glass wall screams in shot-clock quality:
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