Damn, she turned me on. That blue and orange jersey with “New York” on the front.. it hung tight to her body so well. She was curvy too and her hair was black, tied into a ponytail.

My eyes wandered down to her shorts. The Knicks logo was patched on to the side. Those hung tight too. She had a firm ass, alright.

Oh, what the hell is wrong with me? I’m just a fan. I could never get her. She’s practically a celebrity. First female NBA player ever. Plus she was not just a player, but a star player. A female Allen Iverson.

That’s when she moved the basketball from her left to right hand quickly, then burst forward, laying it up at the rim. Wow… She was good.

Denise. Denise White was her name. That was the jersey I wore as well, as big a fan as I was.

After some more eye balling of her, I was saddened to go home knowing she and the Knicks had lost. I sighed, walking out of the stadium. I needed something after all that eye balling of her.

So, as all men do, they go to the nearest bar. Well, at least in my day and age. I sighed and sat at the counter, atop one of the stools. A commercial played on the screen of the TV above.
“Make sure to tune into the 2023 NBA Playoffs! Beginning April 21st! Don’t miss it!”

The bartender stood in front of me. “You drinkin’?”

“Yeah.. Just a beer.” I say, fixing my jersey a bit.

The bartender nodded, handing me the bottle a few moments later. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see someone sitting down. “I’ll take one too.” A female voice said.

I turned to my right to see who it was. To my surprise, it was the basketball star herself. I was frozen. I couldn’t say anything. All I managed to mutter out was a, “Wow…”

She turned to look at me. She smiled and laughed, the light bringing out the color in her blue eyes.