A Shorts Story

Admittedly, I am an inconsistent performer when playing basketball. I miss far more shots than I make. Often I have said, “My shots may brick off the rim, but, man, do I look good doing it.” This is mostly due to the many shoes, shirts, and shorts bequeathed to me by my generous brother. He has always been willing to give me the shirt off his back, literally, more times than I can count.

Every six to eight months, more often if I’m lucky, I catch fire on the court. Today was one of those days where my skill level was only outdone by my modesty. I got some assists and rebounds, a lovely tip-in; and, in the end, I popped two game winning three-pointers. One of these was right after I inbounded the ball to the other team (oops) and they scored, going up by 1 point. I was already feeling foolish, so at the other end, I thought “hero or goat” and hoisted an NBA-distance three from the right side. It fell in, we won by two, and we got to stay on the court and play again.

The next game, our team dominated. Again I shot a three at the end, this time from the left baseline, adding a little extra arch to clear a jumping defender, and the ball snapped the net. I should have gone home right then . . . it could not get any better.

I attribute today’s success to wearing a new (lucky) pair of shorts. I also think eating a banana, getting a short haircut, and eating a blueberry scone (in that order) before the game also helped my energy level and aerodynamics. I will surely attempt to recreate some of that magic by combining all of those elements again (minus the haircut . . . maybe I’ll shave instead). I’ll let you know how it goes.

TANGENT 1: In high school, my parents really splurged, buying me a pair of Adidas Top Ten basketball shoes, bright white with silver stripes. These were some of the first high performance shoes, with a nice lacing system, and a pivot point placed in the perfect spot in the sole. I really think they helped bolster my confidence and my ability to move on the court. Thanks, Mom and Dad.

TANGENT 2: One of the coolest parts of the place where we live is a little meadow down in front. It has a rough basketball court and one of the hoops is backed by a tree that serves as a natural ball return. The tree is a hackberry, aptly named, I think.

TANGENT 3: When all is said and done, I have learned this about playing any team sport. If you are playing just for yourself or only to win, you will always come away disappointed. If you are playing for your team and only for fun, you will never leave disappointed. (But it’s always more fun if you win.)