And on that note, it was so fun to watch some basketball (bragging moment everybody...no I am not one of those people sitting around dwelling on the past, but...). For those of you who didn't know me as a kid, I grew up around the game. Daddy loves basketball, and always has. I can remember going to practice with him when I was pretty young, dribbling on the sidelines so I didn't interfere with the drills. Movies like Hoosiers and Pete Maravich were favorites in our home. March was a big deal at our house. We loved Duke Basketball. Daddy loved Coach K, and I grew up idolizing Grant Hill (must admit I still do). I loved watching Dad coach. What I loved most was AFTER practice, when his boys would go home, we would stick around the gym and he'd work with me on my shot, and dribbling, and "good D".
So when I think of Basketball, it's more than just a game for me. It's memories, it's my Dad, it's hard work, it's friendships and it's reliving those exciting moments of youth (whether it's shooting at the wrong basket in Little League, or my goofy sports goggles in Jr. High, or all the ups and downs of High School). Here's just a glimpse:
First part of Sophomore year:
Second part of Sophomore year: (I didn't play much that year on Varsity, but I sure had fun. Those girls taught me a lot. Some of them became my heroes.)
And how can I leave out some fun pictures of me and my good buddies I just saw. Don't hate me guys.
We were just too cool.
This one's my favorite...good ol' Alco, such fond memories of the place...