If you could hop aboard a time capsule, purchase a round-trip ticket and go back into time (back to the old neighborhood), is there one thing you would do differently?
I’m not asking you to pour out your heart to someone nor am I asking you to reveal something personal. I am not asking you to tell us how you would pick up the phone and ask that cute girl out in the 7th grade.
Something fun. Something that was important to you.
Maybe something you wanted to always do growing up as a student at Holy Name?
Try a sport?
Go to a different high school?
Tell that one person how much you enjoyed being with them?
Let’s make something clear, it’s not a ‘regret’ session. Nah, save the regrets for a beer and some peanuts! Plus, you shouldn’t have any regrets in life!
Hey, if you feel you could’ve been a contender and chose to go a different route, so be it. I’m sure all the readers of Container Diaries (almost) did the right thing with their lives.
As a youngster playing basketball I had some great friends/teammates while at Holy Name. There was Glenn, Jimmy, Ricky, Frankie, Kevin, Johnny G. just to name a few. We played ball together often, mostly in the schoolyard. We’d be on the Bantam or rookie teams together, pick up ball down 154 schoolyard and even summer leagues across Brooklyn.
Danny P was an outstanding coach during my time at Holy Name – he taught us to play the game the right way. (Kinda how I coach/teach it these days). At the time, I really didn’t understand the message he was trying to send us. I thought he was only yelling at us to show us who was in charge. Discipline wasn’t something I could relate to.
But if I had the opportunity to jump in that time capsule right this very moment, I’d head back to the 4th grade and listen to every word Danny said to us as youngsters trying to learn the game.
When he told us to be at practice at 8Am on a cold, Saturday morning in the schoolyard, I’d be there at 7:45 instead of 8 or five after.
When he told us to hustle after a loose ball, I’d dive after it. Oh how I hated those diving drills we’d do in the schoolyard. But I would do anything today to reach out and get on the floor now! (Who recalls the diving drills on the concrete? Imagine having kids do that today, the parents would hang you by the balls)
When Danny taught us how to play man-to-man defense, he always emphasized to keep our eyes on the offensive player’s chest/numbers. I usually looked down and said to myself, ‘I hate defense.’
Today, if I were back in the schoolyard, I’d get down in my stance, have my hands out and my eyes locked on my opponent’s chest.
At the offensive end of the floor, well let’s just say I couldn’t spell the word ‘Pass’ back in the day. Nope, I loved to chuck it up every chance I had. I doubt I recorded one assist in my career at Holy Name.
Today, forget it! I’d make sure that everyone touched the ball on offense, I’d screen away, screen the ball and cut to the hole every chance I had. I’d be more of a team player. I’d care about whether we won or lost, not how many points I scored.
What would you do if a time capsule pulled up in front of your house?