It is fathers’ day 2012. I spent the day at the lake with my kids and grandkids. My youngest daughter gave me and the other fathers in our family a special gift – a basketball hoop. She was the best athlete in the family and I used to shoot with her on the small court we built in our backyard.
I stopped playing in 1997. Mostly because I gained too much weight after the flood and the game was starting to be hard on my joints. I am 63 now. Sixty year olds don’t play ball.
Still, it was fun to shoot in the driveway. I still like the way a jump shot feels leaving my hand. Not much elevation now. I guess there was not much elevation then either. Still feels good though – nothing but net.
