Wanted to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas. Hope the readers of Container Diaries have a great day.
Here’s one of my many Christmas memories from back in the day.
I was 6 years-old. It was a little after 7:00 AM. Everyone in my family was sleeping.
Santa Claus brought me a Voit basketball. I reached down and pulled it from under our tree. Ripping the ball out of the box, I started dribbling in our apartment and mom woke up screaming at me.
“GO TO THE F-ING SCHOOLYARD!”
I did as I was told.
Got dressed, walked across 9th avenue, down Windsor Place, hanging a right on Howard Place.
Straight to the yard.
I had the yard to myself. It was empty. People walking to church were looking at me like I was crazy.
Been in love with the sport ever since.