Jemerrio Jones’ signature headband — often sparkling white — is sometimes the only evidence of his existence on a basketball court.
His body is often consumed, swallowed whole, within an ocean of arms, legs, and a basketball, the latter an object that he scrapes the surface of the hardwood for like a world-class diver mining the depths of the Mediterranean.
The headband bobs back and forth in the scrum before he finally emerges, typically with at least a scrape or a bruise; battle scars that he can pair with all the others. When his body is upright again, and the waters calm and dissipate, it is then when his infectious smile shines through.