Why Kemba Walker Moves Like Nobody Else
Kemba Walker wasn't any older than four when he started walking himself into the laundromat on University Avenue in the Bronx, the one that always spilled out reggae music in the summertime.
He'd go up to the first person he spied, tap their hip and then, as soon as their attention turned his way, he'd bust out dancing. Walker's mother Andrea laughingly remembers how people used to give him money.
Much has been written about how Walker, Connecticut's star point guard, forged his game on the courts of New York City. But what hasn't been discussed is how the city—and in particular the music of the Bronx—is embedded in the way he plays.
Walker's father, Kenya, says the skills his son has used to get to Saturday's NCAA tournament Final Four—the feet that can take him anywhere on the court in a flash, the body that nimbly contorts through a tangle of limbs, the devastating timing, even his megawatt smile, have a common origin. "That's where it all comes from," Kenya Walker says. "The dancing."
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That's right. That fool part a dancefloor in half like a modern day Moses.
He do the Harlem Shake, the Worm, the Patti Dooke, and Mashed Potato. I seen him get nasty with an Electric boogaloo, do the smurf, and the Wop, all inside of five minutes. I damn near passed out. I tried to recruit him into him my dance gang the Campus Martius Thunderbirds, but he wasn’t having none of that. That brother told me he was his own man, dig.
That goddamn Okra and beans got you Oprah in jeans. Seems to me a little lean cuisine, wouldn't hurt much- Agh don't touch! -Obie Trice
I remember one time, I asked him to teach me how to dougie and he just smiled and said, "ya can't teach those who can't be taught, ya dig?"
And then he Dougie’d right on down the line.
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