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 I can't begin to tell you how much this game meant to me. In my late teens through my twenties, I lived to play. I played for hours at a time. I played as many times during the week as I could. I played hurt. I played sick. I skipped classes in college to play. I called in sick to work a couple of times to play. I had other interests but basketball was thing one. I couldn't imagine not playing. I haven't played for a couple of years now. It dropped off a little at a time. I could say it was family or career or whatever but that's only a small part of it. Basketball is a young man's game. I'm not saying I'm an old man so stop rolling your eyes Frank. Hopefully I'm not yet half way through this journey. But in basketball years I'm ancient. When I was in my early 30's, I noticed my body couldn't do the things on the court it once could. Younger guys were blowing by me like I was standing still. It was so frustrating I couldn't take it. Guys older than me still play and I'm glad they still do, but I couldn't stand not being able to play the way I once did. So now I don't play anymore. I still shoot around in the driveway or shoot with the girls but nothing serious. I like my job and I like my hobbies but I think a part of me is always looking for the next 'basketball'. The next thing I can love doing and be completely obsessed about. The next thing that gives me that feeling. Maybe basketball was it or maybe there's something else out there. I don't know. But I'm going to keep looking. Posted by blbutler on March 24th, 2006 Archived under: Color, Wordplay |
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