Promo Post: The Hoop Kid from Elmdale Park by Teko Bernard

December 6, 2013

Title: The Hoop Kid from Elmdale Park
Author: Teko Bernard
Publication date: October 23, 2013
Publisher: Elmdale Park Books
Genre: Middle Grade
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All Bernard wanted to do while staying with his grandparents in his father’s childhood hometown of Elmdale for the summer was work on his basketball skills. When Bernard excitedly enters a team into the Annual Elmdale Park Basketball Tournament, he’s shocked to discover that the future of the Park is at stake and dependent on his team winning the whole thing. The ruthless millionaire, Victor Franco, wants the Park shut down and turned into a city dump for his own personal gain. Can the courageous Bernard and his fun and wacky crew defeat their Oakdale rivals and save the historic Park? A fun, upbeat story, with realistic characters, and fantastic humor (particularly with G5000’s antics). Bernard is such a relatable character, and he’s a great true-to-life role model. Readers are sure to appreciate the basketball lingo, his love of the game, and his determination to fight the good fight.


Bernard and Layla were sitting on a bench in front of the library and animatedly discussing their favorite movies when Layla suddenly groaned. “Oh, great…”

“What’s wrong?” Bernard asked, surprised by this sudden change in her demeanor.

“You’ll see.” Layla sighed and rolled her eyes.

Three guys their age swaggered up to them. They wore Oakdale High sports jackets, caps, and all the current basketball sportswear ranging from the most expensive shoes to T-shirts and sweatpants.

“There’s my baby! What’s up, Layla! You been waiting for me?” The lanky guy who asked the question stood about six feet five inches with attitude to match. The vain expression on his face clearly indicated he viewed himself as a ladies’ man.

Layla blatantly ignored him and refocused her attention on Bernard. “So what were we talking about?”

“Yeah, what were we talking about?” the tall one interrupted as he obnoxiously plopped down in the tiny space between Layla and Bernard.

“That’s right, Big Al, you’re the man!” hooted one of his buddies.

“No, he’s rude,” Layla retorted. “No one asked you to sit down!”

“Uh-uh, you got it wrong, babe…The dude next to me is no one. Hey, No One, thanks for watching my honey for me.”

Big Al turned his back on Bernard and slipped an arm around Layla.

Layla shoved his arm away. “I’m not your honey and his name is Bernard.”

“Oh, forgive me,” Big Al replied sarcastically. “Does Burr-nard work with you? I swear I hear some library books calling for him. Wait…Listen…”

Big Al cupped his hand over his ear. “Hey, dork—I mean, Burr-nard—we need you to come to the library pronto…so Al and Layla can have some private time together.”

His buddies cracked up as Big Al reattempted to slide his arm around Layla. Once again she slapped it away.

“No, we don’t work together. Bernard is my friend.”

Big Al still refused to look at him. “OK, Burr-nard. Maybe you’ve heard of me, and if you haven’t, you should have. I’m Allen Banks. That’s my boy Stephen ‘Smiley’ Drake.”

Smiley grinned, except his smile looked more like a snarl. And his crooked teeth made him look like a reject from a Dracula movie.

“The big dude is my homey Matthew McQuire. We call him ‘Biscuit.’”

Bernard didn’t say a word and clenched his jaw and stared at the ground.

“You know why we call him Biscuit? It’s because you can see by that three-hundred-pound model’s figure he loves to eat. He’s that way on the basketball court too. If you don’t feed him the ball…man…he gets downright maaaaad! And like the Hulk, you don’t want to be near him when he gets angry!”

“Yeah. And you know what, dawg? I’m kinda hungry right now. What you got in that bag, short stuff?”

It was more of a demand than a question. Biscuit lumbered menacingly toward Bernard’s backpack.

“Don’t touch my bag!”

Something in the ominous timbre of Bernard’s voice coupled with the granite stare made Biscuit stop dead in his tracks and actually step back. Big Al turned and acknowledged Bernard for the first time. Even Layla was stunned but seemed to marvel at the resolute tone in Bernard’s voice.

Big Al raised his hands in mock surrender. “My bad, Burr-nard. We didn’t mean to mess with your bag. I had no idea you were such a sensitive fella.”

Biscuit pointed at the backpack. “Hey, Big Al, I think I see a basketball poking out of dude’s bag.”

“Whaaaaat? Are you serious?” Big Al adjusted his cap and jumped up from the bench. “Yep, I see a basketball too. Well now, fellas…this discussion has taken on a whole new life.”

Layla pleaded, “Leave him alone, Al, and just go. He’s not bothering you guys.”

“Oh no, Layla. This is getting good.”

Big Al paced back and forth like a prosecuting attorney. “So what do you know about basketball, Mr. Burr-nard?”

“Enough to hurt your feelings,” Bernard responded icily, his eyes locked on Al’s.

Big Al tried to laugh it off.

“My, my…Look at ol’ Burr-nard jumping bad. You know, I ain’t ever seen you around here. Where you from, Burr-nard?”

Bernard let the question dangle in the air for a few seconds. “Right now I’m living in Elmdale.”

“Elmdale?” Smiley snorted. “That explains the funky smell in the air. I thought a sewer backed up.”

“It’s the same way you’ll be backing up if you ever get the nerve to face me one-on-one on a basketball court.”

Smiley’s snaggle-toothed grin disappeared as he balled his fist and made a move toward Bernard. “Hey, chump, we can go at it right now…”

Big Al held him back. “Uh-uh, Smiley. I like trash talk. Tell you what, Burr-nard, we’ll be defending our championship basketball title at the Elmdale Summer Jam soon. Since Elmdaleain’t had a team in years, I’d like to invite you to play some horse with us during our warm-ups before the game. And, if you’re real nice and bring your ball, we’ll generously autograph it for you after our game.”

They howled so loud with laughter that they almost didn’t hear Bernard fire back. “You may not be in the mood once we beat you.”

Big Al wiped away the tears of laughter as his eyes narrowed. “What did you just say? Are you telling us Elmdale is going to be in the tournament and led by miniyou?”

Bernard stared blankly at him.

Big Al clapped his hands and then rubbed them together. “Man, I can’t wait! We’ll be looking for you and the Elm-duds. What’s your last name, Burr-nard?”


“Jones? You’re not related to Maurice Jones, are you?” Biscuit inquired, still holding his belly and snickering.
“He’s my cousin.”

Biscuit’s eyes deadened and he stopped laughing. “Do me a favor. Tell Mo I said hello.”

Big Al patted Biscuit on the back. “Come on, y’all. Let’s take this party elsewhere.” He doffed his cap and blew Layla a kiss. “See you, girl of my dreams.”

They strutted down the street, cackles of laughter trailing behind them.

“What idiots! I’m really sorry, Bernard.”

“No biggie.”

Layla affectionately rubbed his shoulder. Ordinarily Bernard would have melted at her touch, but the only thing on his mind right now was doing battle with Oakdale.

About The Author

For over a decade Teko Bernard worked as a creative director and graphic designer in the sportswear and sports events industries where he developed brand identities, marketing communications and apparel graphics for nationally recognized brands and events like ESPN, X Games, NCAA and the BCS. After an exciting career in the sportswear and sports event market, Teko set out to pursue his lifelong dream of creating the original kid’s entertainment brand and cartoon property that is Elmdale Park. Elmdale Park currently produces a unique brand of middle grade chapter books & activewear. The Hoop Kid from Elmdale Park is the debut book from the brand. Teko lives and operates the company from Overland Park, KS, and collaborates with a team of seasoned writers, illustrators, editors and designers who all share the same passion for kids books, cartoons, sports and outdoor recreation. 

When he’s not designing or developing new story concepts for Elmdale Park, Teko is usually reading, listening to music, enjoying the outdoors or being an amateur movie critic.