June 17, 2011
source I dribble the ball up court until two huge guys step up to surround me. Their arms flail like octopi, all 16 of them grabbing at the ball. This is part two of the story, part is one right below today’s post. (or you can click here) Finally one of the octopi reaches the […]
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June 16, 2011
Ninth grade The new kid in town. Short, scrawny, and I had picked up a basketball maybe five times in my life. Nobody had taught me to dribble. Nobody had taught me to pass, or shoot. Still I put on a pair of shorts and a gym shirt, socks with a hole in the heel, […]
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