No NBA playoffs tonight, I’m bummed. The conference finals begin tomorrow night.
For some reason I was thinking of the first time I picked up a basketball. Christmas morning, the year was 1970. I was 6. Holy Name boys schoolyard.
My mother gave me a Voit basketball for Christmas. I think it was the only present I received that year. The schoolyard was around the corner from our apartment. I grabbed my ball, got dressed and walked to the yard…alone.
Back in the day you went places at a young age, no one really cared. I will never forget that morning. I was getting shots up in the empty schoolyard. After a bunch of attempts, most of them misses, a priest came out of the rectory and screamed at me to go home. I was scared. I stood there frozen looking at him. He shouted again. This time I sprinted out of the yard and went straight home.
It wouldn’t be the first time I would get kicked out of the schoolyard. That morning was the start of something special though. My love for the game…