1. Dribbling
At the top of the key, I'm
MOVING & GROOVING,
POPping and ROCKING
Why you BUMPING?
Why you LOCKING?
Man, take this THUMPING.
Be careful though,
'cause now I'm CRUNKing
CrissCROSSING
FLOSSING
flipping
and my dipping will leave you
S
I
L
P
P
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G on the floor, while I
SWOOP in
to the finish with a fierce finger roll ...
Straight in the hole:
Sw000000000000sh.
2. Jose Bell
is my name
But Filthy MeNasty is my claim to fame.
Folks call me that
'cause my game's acclaimed,
so downright dirty, it'll put you to shame.
My hair is long, my height's tall.
See, I'm the next Kevin Durant, LeBron, and Chris Paul.
Remember the greats, my dad likes to gloat:
I balled with Magic and the Goat.
But tricks are for kids, 1 reply.
Don't need your pels my game's so fly.
Mom says,
Your dad's old school, like an ol' Cheverte.
You're fresh and new. like a red Corvette.
Your game so sweet, it's a crépes suzette.
Each time you play
it's ALLELLLELLLELLLL net.
If anyone else called me fresh and sweet,
I'd burn mad as a flame.
But I know she's only talking about my game.
See, when I play ball, I'm on fire.
When I shoot, I inspire.
The hoop's for sale, and I'm the buyer.
3.How I Got My Nickname
I'm not that big on jazz music, but Dad is.
One day we were listening to a CD of a musician named Horace Silver, and Dad says,
Josh, this cat is the real deal.
Listen to that piano, fast and free, Just like you and JB on the court.
It's okay, I guess, Dad.
Okay? DID YOU SAY OKAY?
Boy, you better recognize
greatness when you hear it.
Horace Silver is one of the hippest.
If you shoot half as good as he jams—
Dad, no one says "hippest" anymore.
Well, they ought to, 'cause this cat
is so hip, when he sits down he's still standing, he says.
Real funny, Dad.
You know what, Josh?
What, Dad?
I'm dedicating this next song to you.
What's the next song?
Only the best song, the funkiest song
on Silver's Paris Blues album:
"FILTHY
McNASTY."
4. At first
1 didn't like the name
because so many kids made fun of me on the school bus, at lunch, in the bathroom.
Even Mom had jokes.
It fits you perfectly, Josh, she said:
You never clean your closet, and that bed of yours is always filled with cookie crumbs and candy wrappers.
It's just plain nasty, son.
But, as I got older
and started getting game,
the name took on a new meaning.
And even though I wasn't into all that jazz, every time I'd score, rebound,
or steal a ball,
Dad would jump up smiling and screamin*, That's my boy out there.
Keep it funky, Filthy!
And that made me feel real good about my nickname.
Write 5-7 sentences describing your experience of reading "Warm-Up." Did you feel like you were reading poetry or a story, or both? What qualities stood out to you as you read this section? both and how.
As I was reading "Warm-Up," I felt like I was experiencing a combination of poetry and a story. The use of rhythmic and descriptive language in the verses about dribbling and Jose Bell's game reminded me of poetry, while the narrative elements of a character's background and experiences made it feel like a story.
One quality that stood out to me was the use of vivid and energetic imagery. The author's words brought the basketball moves and actions to life, creating a sense of movement and excitement. The repetition of words and phrases also added to the rhythmic nature of the piece and made it feel more like poetry.
Another quality that stood out was the incorporation of family dynamics and personal growth. The section about Jose Bell's nickname and his initial dislike, followed by a change in perspective as he matured and embraced it, added depth to the story. It showed the influence of family and how experiences can shape one's perception of themselves.
Overall, the combination of poetry and storytelling, along with the vivid imagery and personal growth elements, made "Warm-Up" an engaging and dynamic reading experience.