Birthdays, Breakfast, and Basketball
“Congratulations on the win tonight, Antonio.”
“Thanks, Doris.”
“A little birdie told us that today was your birthday, quite the gift isn’t it? Rookie of the Year recipient and a playoff win?”
“Definitely a great way to celebrate the day, but we have about 15 wins left before I can really celebrate.”
A few questions later and I was done with my interview with Doris. The day got off to a great start and the win tonight just made it that much better.
Earlier…….
I smell breakfast. More specifically, I smell bacon. I roll out of bed and slip my feet into a pair of Nike slides and follow my nose to the kitchen. I see Eva placing a bowl of fruit and a glass of orange juice on a tray. She pauses when she sees me and gives me a small frown.
“You were supposed to have breakfast in bed today.”
“I’m sorry, babe.”
“Good morning. Happy Birthday.”
“Yes, it is my birthday.” I joke.
“What’s cooking, good looking?” I walk behind her and place a kiss on her neck.
“French toast, eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, and orange juice.”
“Breakfast of champions,” I say as a I reach for a strip of bacon.
“It’s too quiet in here. Where’s Nico?”
“He’s out.”
I look at the clock on the microwave. It’s nearly 8:30 in the morning.
“This early? On a Saturday?”
“He had to take the SATs this morning.”
“Shit! That was this morning? I totally forgot.” My baby brother was finishing up his junior year of high school, so of course he was trying to get a head start on his future.
“Well, you have had a lot going on lately and he understands that. It’s not everyday that you lead your team to the NBA Playoffs, all while being named Rookie of the Year.”
I still couldn’t believe it. When I got the call, I was shocked to say the least. I knew I was having a great season, there’s no need in being modest about it at this point. But I wasn’t really checking the numbers. I know a lot of people say that shit, but I’m serious. I know I had a few games where it was 50 points here 40 points there, but I didn’t pay attention to all the stuff in between. I was just counting wins and trying to make good on my promise to D. Wade.
“Crazy, right?”
“I don’t think so. I always knew you were something special.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“Well, why did you waste all that time in high school with Demond?”
She rolls her eyes at me, knowing I said the wrong name on purpose.
“His name is Dante. And I thought it was the real thing. You know, head cheerleader, star football player. But it wasn’t meant to be. And we gotta go through the wrong things to know when we’ve found the right thing.”
“Somebody’s been watching Iyanla Vanzant,” I joke.
“So, you think you got the right thing now?”
“Mhm. Unless you wanna prove me wrong.”
“Never.”
“Since you think I wasted so much time in high school, why don’t we make up for some of that time?” I watch as she placed my French toast, bacon and eggs in the oven and put the fruit and orange juice back in the refrigerator.
“I was about to eat that.” I say in mock protest.
She looks over her shoulder and lifts one eyebrow in my direction.
“We have about 3 hours until your brother gets back. You can spend it in here with your breakfast or,” she points to the bedroom,
“in there with me.”
I pretend to think for a second.
“Did you buy that honey syrup that I like? That can be a game changer.”
This time she gives me a playful glare.
“Honey syrup, huh?” She reaches back into the refrigerator and I see her lick something off her fingers before she turns and stalks toward me. I back up a few steps before I’m met with the kitchen island. She gives me a kiss on the lips and I can taste they syrup.
“I guess that settles it then. Bedroom it is.”
Present…..
“So, Rookie of the Year slash Birthday Boy, you got plans tonight with your people or what? Me and Melo would like to take you out for a celebratory dinner.” Dwyane was standing by my locker. I smooth out the wrinkles in my Maison Kitsune t-shirt and grabbed my Rag & Bone satin bomber jacket.
“I don’t think I have any plans tonight. We kind of celebrated earlier this morning. But the gang is all here tonight. Nico, Mo, Eva.”
“Eva, yes! We definitely have to go to dinner. Gabby has been begging to meet your girl. I don’t know how you’ve managed to keep her under lock and key for damn near the whole season.”
“What about All-Star Weekend? You met her then.”
“It was like a hi and bye. And you have always rolled by the house solo or sometimes with Nico. You never bring Eva out. Text her.”
I pull out my phone and text Eva. She immediately responds that she’s down. And before I could ask, she said Nico and Mo were down to roll too. Before I could respond, Dwyane was typing quickly on his phone.
“Go do your interviews. We’ll meet you at The Forge in an hour. Go get changed. You’re not coming behind me wearing this bomber jacket.”
“The Forge? Going all out for your boy, huh? And what’s wrong with my jacket?”
He pulled up pictures of the restaurant on his phone.
“That’s what’s wrong with the jacket. Besides, you only get one shot at being Rookie of the Year. And I figured I owe you one for making this one of the best seasons I’ve had in a while.”
“You saved my life, man. I owe you.”
“Save the sentimental shit for the NBA Finals.” Carmelo had just come back in from doing interviews.
“Is dinner a go? There’s 1986 Mouton-Rothschild with my name on it.”
These guys and their wine.
“You know I just turned 20 today, right, guys?”
“That’s why I said my name was on it, Rook. Go get changed. You can’t wear that shit to The Forge, man.”