I think Ehu and Johnny may want to do this to me.
While driving to the basket, Ehu flared his elbow and nearly hit my nose (I think he was hoping to break my nose). I think Ehu, like the rest of the guys there, would like to jump me. We'll find out next week.)
Johnny called me a 'RACIST' under his breath and Ehu said, "That's what I was thinking...he's an alcoholic."
All of the teenage and early-twenty-something boys that play there have seen me miss these easy shots then seen me in real life miss every shot I take, so THEY DON'T RESPECT MY HOOPING ABILITY. This is why many of them don't pass the ball to me and why many of them believe they can score on me incessantly.
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Mark was playing on the Kapiolani 24 Hour Fitness hoop court last night (04/30/26) at around 6:30 PM. As he checked the ball up above the 3-point line at about 6:45 PM and noticed me on the court (at the basket closest to the entrance) he unconsciously flicked his right wrist (which was hanging below his waist) and seemed to have said "get your daughter [get outta here]." After that game concluded, I continued shooting around on that side of the court and Mark began shooting there as well, so I acknowledge him with a 'hey, Mark'. I then began shooting on the opposite end basket and Mark followed and while there said,
"NOT AT ALL [YOU'RE POOR]...", but I pretended* not to hear him. About 15 minutes later, I left the court to begin lifting weights because there weren't enough players to play 5-on-5. When I returned to the court about 20 minutes later, Mark was in the midst of a 3-on-3 game and when he noticed me back on the court, he seemed to have said with disdain, "who let him in". When that game finished (it was on the opposite end basket, furthest from the entrance), I approached Mark, shook Mark's hand, and attempted to speak to Mark (ask him if he were playing in any adult leagues), but Mark was short with me and said something to the effect of "no I'm not, brother" as he quickly walked past me and insinuated that he had nothing to say to me nor nothing to give to me (no handouts to give me). Then, as he was making his way out of the court (towards the weight room) he said to a W/N (White/Nigga) near the court's back entrance that I'd just been speaking to near that back entrance, "bust his head [physically harm and potentially disfigured that misfit, mutt]
Bust His Head" and I thought to myself, 'what an awful request to make [gratuitously harm that misfit, mutt], especially since I did nothing to warrant that request - what did I ever do to Mark?"
Why does Mark subtly, and sometimes overtly, insult me every time I encounter him (and I've been encountering him since 2018)? I think he does this for 3 reasons. The first reason is that he sees me as a racially ambiguous, anomaly - a person that's unlike what he's accustomed to and can't be easily and accurately defined (people have a negative bias towards people that don't conform to their assumptions). The second reason is that he sees me as low status - a poor, loner, oddball, outcast. Finally, and probably most importantly, he sees me as a rival - a competitor vying for social status and sexual mates. Plus, like many Filipinos I've had the misfortune of interacting with, Mark seems highly cliquish, overly status conscious and disposed to disingenuousness and duplicitousness, all of which influence his perception of me. Maybe the below links will help explain Mark's thought and behavior towards me.
*I often pretend not to notice/hear the jabs that Mark directs at me because I'm a rational, level-headed person that likes to maintain peace and stability. Plus. I'm a nice guy that tries to treat everybody nicely and I just want to get along with Mark (I don't want to beat him up in front of everybody like I'm capable of doing).
"GO FUCK YOURSELF" - MARK
Shortly, I'll tell you all about a Pinole that I played against at this gym last night (04/23/26) (not the Pinole* picture above, rather another Pinole; the Pinole pictured above is a stand-in for him). The Pinole I speak of is a lanky, 6'-6'1, and like most Pinoles, has above average athleticism (has good quickness, has good leaping ability, has good eye-hand coordination). I've previously played with and against the Pinole I speak of (I've forgotten his name), so he's seen me play (I typically don't play to the best of my ability against inferior players), but I think this gave him the WRONG IDEA because as we were playing last night (04/23/26 at about 7:30 PM) the Pinole said, "you read my mind...you weren't that G00D**...you're White [your father, mother, and siblings are White]?...
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The Pinole pictured above is named Jeremy. Jeremy is an above average basketball player. Jeremy handles the ball at an above average level, Jeremy passes the ball at an above average level, Jeremy shoots the ball at an above average level, etc. In fact, Jeremy outplayed me last time we went head-to-head, which was in early 2024!
**
I don't believe that the Pinole I speak of believes that I've held my own/outplayed the list of former PBA players below in pickup games.
Nor does the
Pinole I speak of believe that I've held my own/outplayed other lower-level professionals from the Philippines (
Bleachers Brew: Kevin White Tries His Luck in the PBL) and collegiate players from the Philippines in tournaments and leagues. The way I played last night (04/23/26 at about 7:30 PM-8:30 PM) didn't help in disabusing him of his misbelief (
I couldn't throw a pea into the ocean).
In other words, I don't believe that the Pinole believes me.
I also think the Pinole may be thinking that my brother Gery wasn't as G00D at basketball as I've described him. Gery was a Madman when it came to basketball. He'd psychologically and physically dominate his opponents, and he wouldn't leave the court until he was satisfied that all of his opponents knew that he could psychologically and physically dominate them.