Typically the lone white kid on New York City's hardscrabble courts, Mark Parisi is a baller who pales by comparison.
In Brooklyn, he's known as "soul man."
Spectators at these rugged parks have him pegged as a "whiteboy with rythm."
Others simply know Parisi as "ATM," as he's long carried the tag of moneyball sniper.
In some parks he's referred to as "white chocolate," the same moniker that stuck to former NBA guard Jason Williams.
"31 flavors" is another unique nickname that has surfaced lately.
Call him as you'd like, the lights-out 3-point assassin has certainly explored New York's hoop hotspots.
The Long Island native is starting to blossom, his reputation burgeoning across the metro area's basketball landscape.
From Brooklyn's Starret City to "the cage" at West Fourth St. (where cats like Ron Artest, Allan Houston, and God Shammgod hoop over the summer), the 5-foot-10 guard has left his fingerprints on high-pressure games.
A man of a few words, some coaches peg Parisi as an introvert.
While his shyness is evident, Parisi announces his presence loud and clear by sticking three-pointers from the parking lot.
The smurf-sized guard is still growing, but Parisi is starting to attack the tin.
He's beginning to throw down sledgehammers with both hands, though dialing in from a different area code is slim's true calling card.......
A feature on Parisi will soon appear on the Big East Basketball Report