It is amazing how one person or in this case, one thing can mean so much and have such an affect on me. Even after all these years. Even at my age.

There was a time when I was all about ball. When I ate, slept, breathed and lived basketball. I thought that those days were long gone. I thought I had lost the love for the game. I thought that the passion was gone. And for a long time, it was. When I came back here, I waited to get back involved, because I was afraid. Afraid that things had changed. Afraid the game had changed. Afraid that I had changed. Too much.

And you know what? It has and I have. But perhaps that is for the best. Because I can now watch and participate and enjoy the game in a new way. There is not a day that doesn't go by that I don't think about those times and those people. And as much as the faces have changed and the results may vary... the game is still the greatest one on earth.

I just wish it didn't hurt so much when we lose!  ¶ 5:15 PM