I’m 6’5” with my shoes off, which means strangers love to randomly comment on my height at grocery stores, gas stations, banks, etc. After they ask how tall I am, the next question is always, “Do you play basketball?” The inevitable final question is then, “Can you rise above the rim and yam?” The answer to all of this is complicated these days. However, I can say that Dad paid me $20 every time I dunked throughout my high school basketball career and that I was able to buy a Sony Playstation 2 before I left for college. Now you know and don't have to ever ask. As proof, here’s $40 worth of slams wherein I posterize unknowing 17 year-olds in the Southern Minnesota heartland circa the mid-aughts. 

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