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I needed this

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So I’ve just returned from a nearby outdoor basketball court, where I played pickup for the first time in about a year.

God, I needed that.

I love basketball. Love, love, love, love, love basketball. I love the rhythms of the game. I love the sound of ball off pavement. I love executing the Monaghan pump fake. I love sweat tricking down my temples, I love the inevitable blistering between the two biggest toes on my left foot, I love shit talk, I love the complete judgement-free zone that cocoons the court (Played for 1 1/2 hours this morning. No clue who anyone voted for).

Also, at age 45, I love being a survivor. The majority of guys I grew up playing alongside haven’t competitively stepped on a court for years. But here I am—creakier knees, reduced vertical, thin black back brace. I’m not what I once was, but (and this is a huge but) what I once was wasn’t so much. So it’s not like watching Shaq from 2001 trying to play now. I’m Nazr Mohammed, chugging along, fighting for rebounds, blocking out.

When we moved to Southern California three years ago, I found a hoops home at the nearby 24 Hour Fitness. It was cool, though the games skewered young and sometimes you had to wait a while for a run. As the days passed, it got worse and worse. Bigger crowds, more fighting, ball-hogging galore. Also, my back was really starting to hurt—the byproduct of a disc losing its mojo.

So I stopped. Cold turkey. Gave it up.

And I missed it—desperately.

Recently Roy, the father of my daughter’s good pal, mentioned he plays Saturday morning basketball. He said anyone could jump in, the runs were fun, there were multiple courts and oftentimes two simultaneous games. I thought about my back, about the rust … and, mostly, about how much the game means to me.

So—there I was.

To be blunt, I played badly. Sloppy ball handling, a little soft beneath the rim. The guy I guarded most of the day was a 6-foot-4 junior at Cal State-Fullerton who had played high school ball. He was the best guy on the court, and I got roasted more than once.

But, truly, it matters not.

I’m old.

I’m in pain.

I’m giddy.

2 replies on “I needed this”

I lasted till the week after my 50th birthday when my back just couldn’t take it anymore. 15 years later it pains me to pass the Park on weekends and watch others run. Play till you can’t.

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been playing all summer with my 19 year old son, mini court, one on one full court and loving it. We’ve incorporated some guys I work with into 2 on 2 but now my son has gone back to school. 70 years old between us, this is long but I love watching it, father son hoops, not a lot better than that https://vimeo.com/223551110

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