How Sweet the Sound - The Story of David "Amazing" Grace (2K23 MyCareer)

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[Agent]

Man.. & I thought some of my recent games were low scoring

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Man.. & I thought some of my recent games were low scoring

8 minute quarters ain't cutting it.

Sim scores will balance it out.

[The JZA]

3-13 or 3-33, wins a win

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3-13 or 3-33, wins a win

And we will take that dub

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Automatic Work

November 2020

“You ready for this, Coffee Milk?” Marcus came into the locker room dribbling a basketball.

“Why do you insist on calling me that, man?”

“You said you didn’t like White Boy Rick and technically, you like a quarter black because of your mom and everything, so…”

I just shook my head. I didn’t know if this was some type of freshman hazing or what, but Marcus insisted on giving me some type of nickname.

“I guess so, man.”

Coach Sampson and the team were starting to file in so we left the conversation there. Two and a half hours and a big win later, Marcus was singing my praises. Sort of. We had just pulled off a win against Lamar and I scored 19 points, going five of five from beyond the arc.

“Looks like you the real deal, huh, Coffee Milk?”

I shrugged and kept walking toward the locker room. I went to my locker and started to grab my team sweats. I’d just shower back at the dorm. Coach Sampson came in and gave his postgame speech. We executed well, defeated a team we were supposed to, get some rest, etc. etc.

I was scrolling through my missed text messages, and I saw one from my mom saying that she was proud of me. She sent me a picture of her wearing a Houston Cougars t-shirt. I had another from my high school coach and some from my friends back in Philly. I got one from Dom telling me she’d meet me at my room, and we could go to her parents’ house together tonight. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving, and then we had another game against Boise State on Friday, followed by Texas Tech on Sunday. Thursday was the only day we’d really have off.

“Yo, Grace.” Marcus said from across the room. I think that was the first time he’d ever called me by my name. “Good job tonight. That shot of yours is damn near automatic. We’re gonna surprise a lot of people with that wet work, son.”

He walked over to me with his fist extended, and I tapped mine against his.

“Automatic work,” he said over his shoulder.

“What?”

“That’s you. Automatic work. You got it like that.”

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Present Day

“Yo, I made the lineup.” Marcus said as soon as I got in the locker room.

“That’s what’s up. Hopefully, you get some burn today, Rook.”

“Why you gotta play me like that, Grace?”

“Who me? White Boy Rick? Coffee Milk? I wouldn’t play you.”

We both laughed.

“I thought we left that shit in the past? We’ve come a long way from all of that.”

“Nah, we did. I just wanted to mess with you a little bit. I’m proud of you, big homie. I got my first minutes against Golden State too.”

“Were you nervous?”

“Hell, yeah. I didn’t even do anything, but you are in a much better position than I was.”

“How so?”

“If we’re on the court together, just get the ball to me.”

“You’re so full of yourself now.” He laughed.

“I just got that automatic work,” I said laughing. “But seriously, if you get some minutes, just let the game come to you. Don’t try and do too much. You’ve been putting in the work. And if all else fails, kick it out to me. Set me up and let me knock it down. You’ll look like a smart point guard.”

“Stop the cap, bro.”

“You’ve seen me in action. I had the best three point shooting percentage in the league last season.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Automatic work. Let’s get out there.” We started walking into the arena for shoot around. “I should have just kept calling your ass Coffee Milk.”

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