Basketball Dadiaries: Week 3

I’ll try to keep this short, since last week’s post was unnecessarily long.

 

We won!

 

Although our victory came from having two solid subs contributing, we still won.

Our team was firing on all cylinders (on our standards), with shots going in and lucky bounces, but we’ll take it, since we would’ve been the only team without a victory.

It wasn’t a convincing victory or anything, but we still did a great job in maintaining the lead throughout the game.

Both my friend and I are in better shape than the previous week, and hopefully things only get better conditioning wise.

Last Friday I managed to go and play some pickup at the local community centre, I was terrible, but it really helped with the conditioning.

Honestly, when you start from zero every opportunity to get more reps helps.

I’ve recovered from my injured index finger, only to newly injure my shooting hand pinky while going up for a rebound. My wife told me that perhaps this is a high being telling me I shouldn’t play: Continue reading “Basketball Dadiaries: Week 3”

Basketball Dadiaries: Week 2

Me: “Huh, that guy’s wearing a faded high school jersey.”

Friend: “It’s so faded it’s not even white anymore.”

Me: “Ha, yeah…”

 

While I laughed off the fact that the guy’s white jersey was more cream colour than white, seeing someone with a high school jersey during the recleague game last week did make feel a little bitter and disappointed with myself.

Why?

Let me explain by going back to 2001…


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Basketball Dadiaries: Week 1

Me: How old do you think those guys are?

Friend: I don’t know? Probably in their twenties?

Me: Damn, I feel old.

This was my friend and I –sitting in a pool of our collective sweat.

No, we didn’t run a marathon, nor did we complete a gruelling obstacle course.

We were simply taking a break from playing pick up basketball for 10-15 minutes tops.

As I looked onto the court, I could see an image of my past self staring back at me.

This was the 20 something year old version me, looking and ridiculing the two 30 something year old guys thinking, “Damn, I’d hate to be old and out of shape like those two over there.”

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