Tonight, I am headed to play “open adult basketball” at the gym. This will be the first time in ten years that I have actually played the game of basketball instead of just shooting around (for which it has also been a while). I love basketball. In fact, I have all my life. I used to cry when the Blazers lost, and practice buzzer beaters in our driveway for hours. I started playing in the 4th grade and continued through my senior year in high school. I traveled to England and Wales on a western regional NBC Camps team. We played the Welsh National team (the one that would compete for a spot in the Olympics) and the England Jr. National Team beating them both. I played pickup games with the University of Idaho team when they visited the rec center. Since then, other activities took center stage and it was hard to find a crew to play with.
My jersey from the U.K. tour.
Chillin’ with a weird dude in Wales. I got to wear his hat and he looks stoked.
Some cool old news clipping from high school.
We had a great team in high school and a really fun group of guys.
More old clippings.
This was funny, toward the back of one of my scrapbooks.
Time to drop dimes.
I miss the game. And decided it’s time to get back at it, but holy shit I don’t even have basketball shoes anymore! What’s that? Damian Lillard has a signature shoe? Done. And now I have no excuses. Dame Dolla wants me to drop dimes, so I must go. I gotta admit, I am a little nervous. I know I can’t jump anymore, but maybe those 3’s may start to drop again – someday.
EN FUEGO!!! Go get em 13.