Posts tagged basketball
Miss those days of play
Jun 17th
I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately and I really miss those days of playing outside for hours on end with Joe. Life was so much easier back then and, yet, so much more exciting.
We tended to focus on three different sports: basketball, baseball, and frisbee. Basketball was the most competitive. Heading to the park to play 4 or 5 or sometimes even 7 games. More often than not, Joe won because I was simply over powered, but it was a damn exciting time getting out the competitive bug.
Baseball was our most relaxed sport. We mostly just had a catch every so often and then, once baseball season started, we’d play every day until our elbows hurt from over extending ourselves. Boys being boys.
Frisbee was an odd obsession that became crazy because of our spin on it. We were slightly obsessed for that one year. Every single day we’d be out there trying to break our own record of consecutive catches. It started with 17 and wound up at 420 on April 20th. No joking. It was fun to watch, too, as a few neighbors would spend some of their time just sitting there and watching us fling this plastic disc back and forth as we ran into and over cars trying to catch it.
I miss those days. I want to go outside and chase a frisbee because I want to prove to myself that I’m better than I was yesterday.
Where’d the youthful stamina go?
May 15th
I remember the days when I didn’t have to worry about being out of breath or slow to get back into the groove of anything. I could run and play and frolic with no concerns whatsoever. What the hell happened to all of that?
Yesterday evening, I played a few games of 1-on-1 basketball against my roommate, James. Granted, it’s been almost ten months since I’ve played an actual game of basketball and my fractured rib still isn’t 100% healed, but that doesn’t make it any easier to swallow the results. We played three games and I lost all three. It wasn’t just rust, it was lack of stamina and a complete lack of comfort on the court that got me. I was a mess. I was out of breath and completely out of tune with my own body. It was almost embarrassing.
I miss those good old days. The days of being 16 and having infinite stamina and being completely invincible.
The flowers are going to be huge
May 4th
This rain has to stop. It’s seriously depressing and, even worse, preventing me from going outside and doing stupid things like playing basketball with a yet to be healed fractured rib. Haven’t we had enough of this stuff? I get it: April showers bring May flowers. It’s May, so out with the rain and in with those damn bee bringing flowers.
I don’t know if it’s the rain or maybe work or what, but I’ve been dealing with a few things recently. For one, I can’t find any inspiration to write anything, at all. I can’t write any poems and I can’t even muster up a story or two for Neowin. If it wasn’t for my length of time on staff and the resulting pseudo tenure, I’d probably be out on my ass right now.
Probably a little more important than my writing, is the fact that, for the past three days, I’ve been dealing with varying levels of lightheadedness. Saturday, I could barely lift my head off of the pillow without feeling dizzy beyond tolerance. It’s been better the past two days, but the feeling is still there and does serve as a hindrance, sometimes. I wish I had a solution or, perhaps, even health insurance.
I’m probably going to try cranking out more journal entries, by the way, until I get my creative juices flowing again. I’m starting to crave music again, so that’s usually a good sign.
This injury is starting to annoy me
Apr 23rd
I’m a guy and, sometimes, a stereotypical one, at that. When I fractured my rib, I thought it would be no big deal after a day or two. This damn thing is now starting to bug me as I find myself consistently being hindered by it.
Besides that every sneeze hurts like a son of a bitch and getting out of bed is way more painful that it should ever be, today was the first day I ever felt truly held back by my fractured rib. After work, I went to the park with my roommate, Chris, to play some basketball. I can’t stretch, reach for the ball, run, rebound, or shoot any deep shots without nearly killing myself. All I could do was gingerly shoot around and walk after stray shots. It sucked. I wanted to play a game, no matter how out of game shape I am. I couldn’t and it’s really bugging me.
There’s no point to this post other than allowing me to whine a bit. I want to get healthy as soon as possible so that I can actually play ball, a bit, every now an then.
