On Saturday I returned to my favorite hoops locale after three weeks away. I’d definitely missed it—the regulation three-point arc, the hardwood floors, the familiar right-side baseline where I habitually ditched defenders for pull-up jumpers. Ah. I’d been away too long. But, as these things usually are, the vacation turned out to be costly.
The return to my court wasn’t royal. I clanged most of my shots and didn’t have the legs for the customary three hours of full-court action. So much for quick feints and slashing to the basket. Forget about knifing inside to steal rebounds.
Instead I spent my time lurking on the perimeter, steadily sweating out my salt content. After a couple hours I looked like the guy in the commercial who DIDN’T drink Gatorade.™ Maybe the four cups of coffee before the game didn’t help.
It kills me, that academic excellence (or at least the pursuit thereof) seems to require a proportional decline in one’s athletic ability. Aargh.
Bittersweet.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Basketball Musings
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5 comments:
aaaah, blinded by the shiny blue shorts! just kiddin'. sorry the hoop eludes you...maybe it would help your game if you put shoes on? ;)
There's a certain bravado that must be maintained when playin hoops. A general rule of thumb is, the louder the shorts, the better.
This photo was taken after a depressing post-game interview.
i's just messin. hope you don't mind my poking fun in your moment of despair.
Not at all, not at all. That's what it's there for. ;)
"i's just messin" - your post reveals the beginnings of a nice hoops vocab...!
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