Sweet P. The Real Deal. Big Time.Some kids told me they'd pay cold cash just to have one of my nicknames. Even the big-talking boys begged me for games of one-on-one. Audiences crowded the courts as I smiled politely, racked up my points, and took care of my basketball business.The fans always rooted for me, which was cool, but I needed a break from the hoops spotlight. I thought going to soccer camp with the ballplayers would give me a chance to live in someone else's shadow for once. But when we arrived, the coaches pegged me as the superstar the second I stepped out of the car. Soon I found myself running with a few campers who bent the rules....Meet the Ballplayers -- a fearless five with a passion for sports, hanging with friends, and life on Broadway Avenue.