Mondo Jam: Forgotten Street Legend

Mondo Jam was perhaps the greatest basketball player to never play in College or the NBA. He was raised by the streets... And an old man who found him in a dark alleyway near Rucker Park. While not blessed with great linguistic ability, he did have terrific hand eye coordination. Thus, he decided at an early age to make a living by playing basketball.

Never did he have mad hops, just mad observation skills. Mondo Jam could dissect other players tendencies and exploit their weaknesses accordingly. Ever hear of that tv show called the Mentalist? it was sorta like that, but entertaining and with less commercial breaks.

While he wasn't the quickest, M.J. was a fairly accomplished slasher. Some say this was the key to his game. People who say that are idiots. Driving to the basket was but a minute facet of his intricately unique approach to the game. The court was a canvas, and the ball was his paint brush.

In layman's: The boy broke a lot of ankles.

Mondo was like an urban tornado. You had to double team the guy in order to prevent an onslaught of dizzying spin moves, often used to set up Ally Ops against against unsuspecting ball hawks who lurk beneath the basket. When he found his rhythm after a hard day of nagging from his mom for not mowing the lawn when the asked him to the week before, it was go time!

Blocked shots be damned! If you did manage to stop this guy, you would automatically become his target for the entire game. He didn't care how big or menacing you were. He didn't care if you wore gang colors and just got out of prison for selling Paprika as weed to an undercover cop. None of that really mattered on the court. Your game was your reputation, and your reputation was your game.

Ever the showman, M.J. often liked to display his creativity in a friendly game of horse. The theatrics seen would make the so called "street ball legends" on the And 1 tour look like some 1950s comedy troop by comparison. besides the cliche jumping over tables/cars/people, rapper's egos ducks, he also leaped over more impressive obstacles in an aw inspiring way.

Including, but not limited to:
-The glass ceiling that prevents women getting equal pay in the business world.
- World's tallest stack of pancakes.
-A dog sniffing the man who passed out while trying to eat the world's tallest stack of pancakes.
-Splash Mountain.
-A painting of the Mona Lisa(which got him locked up for 20 years).
-The head of a tyrannosaurus.
-The prison in which he was incarcerated.

At some point, basketball became a none issue to this once unflappable phenom. Mondo left prison a changed man. He was no longer infatuated with the science of breaking down defenders, off-balanced jump shots or even the number of groupies that cheered for him from the sidelines. M.J. found a new love while on lock down.

For Mondo, the Accordion became an addiction for which there was no detox. How can a person go from playing basketball, to carrying around a squeezebox? Not sure. There's a rumor that involves pick up game at Rikers Island, a hard foul with a knife to the gut, rubber duckies and chunky milk. He either got bored with the sport once incarcerated, or was physically abused in some way.

I suppose it didn't matter enough once he became a free man again. All anybody really cared about was the guys safety. Then when they realized he aspired to have some sort of musical career, he was shunned.

Fun fact: People who play Accordions are usually referred to as "accordionists". People who cannot stand the sound of that instrument are more likely to call them dweebs, or Steve Urkel.

M.J. went missing about 7 years ago. It's said that he owed a lump sum of money to the federal government, and didn't plan on paying up any time soon. He made an offer to jump the IRS Headquarters Building in exchange for a clean slate financially, but vanished before an agreement could be made on the catering(They wanted Subway, Mondo wanted Quiznos).