I really only enjoy playing one sport. Basketball. I know it’s a young man’s game and I, unfortunately, am no longer a young man :D Up until last week, I would just spend an hour, every other day, at the gym shooting a few leisurely hoops by myself. A good cardio warmup before hitting the weights and stuff (metabolism is not what it used to be so I really have to try to be in some kind of non-gelatinous shape). However, playing by yourself can’t tell how good you really are at basketball. I’m not trying to change careers or anything and my level of basketball skill definitely does not impact my life in anyway whatsoever… but I just wanted to know: am I at least okay at it?
So, with restrictions in my province easing up, I decided to join a rec 5v5 men’s league. I was excited! I was expecting a few guys my age, other dads, maybe even some 40-somethings, mixed in with a young crowd.
I walked onto the court last week and… all 20-something college students… Each and every one taller than me. Faster than me. Better at every aspect of basketball than me. So, naturally, I sprain my ankle halfway into the game, my legs unable to muster the energy to even support my body. I toughed it out, adrenaline rushing, and finished the game. I even scored twice. I was able to drive home but the next morning, my ankle was completely incapacitated. I couldn’t even pick up my kids from school.
But, you know what? I’m excited for our next game this week. My ankle is feeling a lot better and I even got a few shots up today. Win or lose, I don’t care. I don’t care if I’m the oldest and least skilled player on the court. I just wanna run some ball with a great group of guys who remind me of my friends and me 15-ish years ago :D Time sure does fly but sometimes, you just have to grab it and tell it to stop, even just for a basketball game.
Enjoy Scene 61 – “Starting Over”!
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