I can't even count the number of nights I spent outside shooting hoops...all by myself. Now many of you close to me know that I'm not a person who enjoys being around a ton of other people...but this has nothing to do with that. I spent countless hours between 9-10 p.m. taking shot after shot after shot.
There was a lone light shining on the driveway from where the right hand baseline met the sideline.
There were the cars of those driving around the "square" flying by time and time again.
There was the music (started as 99.7...moved to 101.9) blaring from the garage, where the van's windows were rolled down and volume turned up.
But these late-night one-on-none contests weren't the only form of driveway basketball. With 3 boys in the family I know there was a fight to see who got to play with me (or was it a fight to see who was stuck with Tyler...) Everyone had their "spot" on the floor. I was lucky enough to have two, 1) the right corner of the truck's garage door, and 2) three big steps to the SE of that, more of a long elbow jumper.
Finally, driveway basketball wasn't only a family affair, it became a makeshift gathering place. More often than not, a few buckets were in store before taking off for the night, sitting down to watch a movie, or just simply to start off a night of hanging out before doing...nothing.
That's what I miss...
1 comment:
hey now....stuck with me? :( bring it on little man!
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