Played basketball again last night, and again had a lot of fun; it helped that we went 4-0, despite the fact that Joana was the only girl on the team to show up (meaning she had to play the full 40 minutes with no subs) and sprained her ring finger halfway through the 3rd game. She stuck it through, though, and we all manged to rally around her and pull out the wins. To be fair, I didn’t really play all that better than I normally do, but in this case, the opposing teams weren’t able to capitalize on my missed baskets. Still, as a group we played pretty well together, and by no means were the games easy. We had some tough moments, so it was good to see us close out the games, esp. because it seems that Abiy, our best player by far, will miss the wildcard match-up (again!). So, we need to get a bye for that first week of the playoffs; if we play without Abiy, well, it would not be a pretty sight, I think.
I was thinking — a dangerous pastime, I know — again about if I might have missed out playing basketball growing up, but once again, I seriously doubt it. Too many factors weigh in to make it highly unlikely that I would have enjoyed it as much in school:
- First and foremost, high school was Hell on Earth for me; with the exception of a few close friends, I never connected with anyone, and thanks to a massive mistake I made my freshman year, I was constantly made fun off throughout my entire time in the school. So yeah, it was not a pleasent experience. The last thing I needed was to get out in front of a bunch of people already ridiculing me and “try my best.” The school crowd meticulously and brutally beat the self-esteem out of me, and ye gads, did it take a long, long time to rebuild it.
- I am easily in better shape now than I was in high school. My endurance is much better, and my strength has definitely improved, as well. This makes it a lot easier for me to play the game and actually hold my own against the other big men in the league.
- I’ve mentioned it before, but again, I just didn’t have the proper motivation to get involved in school sports, really. It wasn’t until my Junior and Senior years that I got into the art and theater crowds, even. But, after getting hit by the car, it really inspired me to take advantage of my mobility and stamina while I had it. So far so good!
- Last but not least, while I could easily play basketball every night of the week given the chance, the truth is that I like it for the fun of it. Playing in a far more competitive league probably isn’t my thing; I’ve never been comfortable around people who take the game too seriously, or get into the whole trash-talking-macho-bravado approach. Oh yeah, and practices, while nice, are not something I’d be too thrilled with. Sort of like Brett Favre.