Age is not kind…
I just got done playing basketball with about 20 guys. I used to enjoy playing basketball. I used to be good at basketball. But something terrible has happened to me. I’ve become that guy. The guy I used to make fun of when I was a teenager. The guy I used to just dog up and down the court. The guy with the hairy chest and big belly hanging over his shorts, hands always on his knees gasping for every breath. The guy longing for the glory years, remembering when he used to make that shot or that pass. In his mind he still thinks he can do it, but his body says no way.
What to do, what to do. How long can I continue.
I try to tell myself “You’re doing it just for the exercise”, but my heart just won’t buy the lie.
I’ll quit when my body gives out. At this rate it won’t be too longe. Age is not kind…
Rich I feel your pain.
I once considered myself a good basketball player but that ended around my 9th grade year when they tried to make me into a power forward (do I look like a 4? I used to have good hands). Maybe it helped me out as a soccer player.
Helped me with my shielding perhaps.
You should go to Europe or even Canada and play. That might help your b-ball confidence. I felt like a pro.
I love basketball but it is almost embarassing for me to play. For real.
For whatever reason soccer has been more kind to me.
I enjoy sport more when I am not looking over my shoulder at the glory years. Now I’d rather be the guy I made fun of than the guy who lives in the past quoting all his stats from over a decade ago. I make fun of that guy.
But I totaly understand the healthy pride element. I might still have a Jordan Jammer in my parent’s attic.
Man I am watching Kimmel (what you watch when you don’t have a 360 out in the country!) and his security guys are doing a Wayne’s World sketch. It is “Juan’s World.” Speaking of the past, I haven’t watched that flick probably since I was good at hoops.