Nothing But the Finest Homegrown Hops

In high school, there was this AAU coach who used to stand behind the basket while we did lay-up lines and assess our jumping ability in laconic utterances. After every attempt he would say, mutter really, "no hops... no hops... no hops..." in straight deadpan one after another. We were dunking then or at least slapping the glass real hard, so we'd ask ourselves, who the fuck had hops then? This kid. This kid has "hops."


Can somebody verify this for me? Did he really do this?

Houston-born Gerald Green, no. 18 in the draft (somehow), at last year's High School All-American Slam Dunk Contest. To my Train brothers, A and L, in Sugar Land, how did you miss this guy? Can you stop talking about Hightower and Willowridge and get on the ball?

Tell me that shit is regulation. That shit ain't regulation...