What attracted me was the swish, the sound of the dribble, the feel of going up in the air. You don’t need eight others, like in baseball. You don’t need any brothers or sisters.Just you. I wonder what the guys are doing back home. I’d like to be there, but it’s as much fun here, because I’m playing. It’s getting dark. I have to go back for dinner. I’ll shoot a couple more. Feels good. A couple more.
- From A Sense of Where you Are: Bill Bradley at Princeton, by John McPhee
Coach Popp (or as I call him: Dad) didn’t have time to fit in all of his pre-season predictions over pumpkin pie, but he did remind me of the great basketball book quoted above.
I think this quote pretty much sums up why I love playing basketball, even if it is only just shooting around, and why I will continue to throw a leather sphere at a ring of metal until the day I die.
It’s Thanksgiving up here in the Great White North.
So that means I won’t be posting again until Tuesday. I might have some thoughts on the season from my dad.
He and I differ on the issue of whether we should hate the Lakers or LeBron more (he is firmly in the Anyone But LeBron camp), so it could get interesting.
Until then, I am thankful that hockey and not basketball is locked out this season.
See you guys post-pumpkin pie!