Basketball Diaries
Today was the first day I shot a basketball, for all practical measurements, in forever. Stepping onto the court was like reuniting with an old, especially close friend. I spent most of my childhood playing basketball anywhere and everywhere. It sounds funny to say this, but basketball taught me one of the most important lessons I learned as a kid. It taught to play as if losing is not an option. Growing up, the second part of that lesson is to let go of the things you cannot control, but that didn’t occur to me as a kid. So I’m shooting around and thinking of all the great comebacks I was a part of in my youth, but at the same time I was thinking of giving up on something else in my life. So here I was recounting events where I never gave up and simultaneously making the decision to quit something. After an hour, I realized why I had come to play basketball.
