Standin' almost six foot seven Harold could dip and swerve. No one ever blocked the lane, because nobody had the nerve. No one could stay with Harold when he went strong to the hoop. My man Harold was one of a kind, they could never make a 'dupe. Harold was a playin' fool until his butt slap stayed too long that's when I realized he was singing a different song. I was amazed at how cool I was, I didn't go crazy and I didn't shout, but I made one thing perfectly clear that "that" wasn't what I'm about. I called a break, just a brief timeout warned Harold about illegal use of hands making it clear that if it happened again that I'd drop him where he stands. We still hit the asphalt courts together, Harold is still my main man above all else but now when we're playing ball Harold keeps his hands to himself. Come check my new column "Born to be Wild?" talking about homosexuality and how people feel about it.