I’ve had a fairly rough last couple of weeks, to say the least.
Sunday, April 3rd
It was a simple pick-up game – six friends battling it out on the hardwood. Nothing was easy. Every basket had to be earned. Competitive juices were flowing.
Everything that made the game of basketball so fun for me was in full force.
I got the ball, made a swift move to the basket, spun around a defender and laid the ball up with my left hand.
I got the ball back. I started left, quickly crossed to the right and pulled up for a mid-range jump shot.
This time something was different. Something happened.