Got together with four members of my kid’s 8th grade basketball team and their coach (another dad, much younger and better than me) this afternoon for a shoot-around. I was too wasted to play in the real game (I did sub briefly, and scored one lay-up), but we finished up with a game of P-I-G (a shorter version of H-O-R-S-E), which I joined, since I didn’t think it would take much effort. Amazingly, I won. Not sure why I was hitting a high percentage of shots. Some of the old touch came back, I guess. Felt good.
Fuel for denial
2 responses to “Fuel for denial”
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Doc, maybe you were in “The Zone”? 🙂
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About as close as I’ll ever get, I suppose. But not one anybody else would envy.
Back when I was young and still played regularly, I could usually hit better than 50% from the outside. (At 5’9″ and with short arms, and the leaping ability of a cinder block, and with no skills other than shooting undefended from downtown, I was not an inside player.) Now I hit maybe 20% on a good day. In this case I was closer to 50 again, and the kids weren’t.
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