Everyones writing about New York so I guess I’ll switch it up a bit. I just came back from basketball practice about an hour ago. My body is so sore from running drills and plays. My calves are burning from jumping. My nail bent backwards upon impact with the “rock”. Yeah there was blood, I actually watched the bright red ooze out from where the nail bent back. Moments like those I curse myself and wonder why do I do this?
I’m not even that good.
I have my tournament on Saturday and as I think about it, I remember my past experiences in these tournaments. Some of these were pretty bad, but there were some good ones. I remember last year when we had a blowout victory over the other team. It was so bad they forfeit so they wouldn’t be too embarrassed by our showboating. I remember the adrenaline rushes before each game. And that indescribable feeling you get when you knock down that clutch shot. In the end these minor setbacks, aches and pains are worth it for that short glimpse of glory.