We had a mocha black Puerto Rican named "Baby" on the Wolves team. Favored player by men, women, and the opposing team, it was a total pleasure for all to watch Baby dribble the ball. I'm sure the ball never felt so rewarded as when it left his hand and it slipped into the waiting basket hoop for a slam dunk.
He was a good 10 incher, and that is being conservative. That soft Mr. Happy would just jostle up and down and all around through every play on the court. Honestly, I swear, we'd watch with our mouths wide open! No matter if we won or lost, everyone scored!
His curly hair, light brown skin and pearly white-white teeth that were always sponsoring a smile didn't hurt, either. Nor did his 6"2" lanky lean muscled frame. On every dribble, his arms just rippled.
Best of all, he was a true switch hitter who would play for both teams, as long as you were a fan, he'd oblige you. And, again, we all were.