More Hoop Dreams

I swear I am going to do this before Winter is in full bloom!!

One of these days soon, I'm going to take my basketball (Maybe have to inflate it first) and seek out a hidden from view, remote playground with a basketball hoop (a whole net on the basket is a requirement) and discover if I can still .....

• execute a reverse pivot while dribbling, 
• a behind the back dribble, 
• dribble between my legs, 
• drop step,
• jump shot, 
• left handed layin. 
• a jump hook, 
• dunk the ball ..... 

.... truth be told I only did that previously with a running start (and the wind behind me) on a nine foot, ten inch high rim and with an ultra springy floor to gain added elevation while wearing low top Adidas basketball shoes. If I can't do it today at age 62.7, I hopefully won't be too dejected. And who knows, maybe with added years and maturity, I can accomplish the ten foot rim dunk. I mean I really won't know beyond a doubt until I give it a try right?

Maybe jumping and touching the bottom of the net would be a more realistic goal?

A side-note on dunking. I may exaggerate at times regarding my basketball exploits and adventures. I don't expect that God is counting those kinds of lies in the big book of a persons sins. So what's the problem if I let people believe I could legitimately dunk at will.  

It took many years but just when I became comfortable with all those flash and dash skills, I suddenly went through ten lost years where I lost interest in playing the game. 

Now I want to play again. Even have a burning desire again but can't get my legs to cooperate .... The legs and knees can't find urgency when in the middle of a crosswalk facing speeding oncoming traffic, how can I expect them to go along with my silly hoop fantasies?

In my mind, I can still do all these things .... Even the dunking!!! But it seems that's not good enough for me.

My earliest memories of basketball is shooting at home, in my driveway, on a eight foot hoop with my mom rebounding for me and whipping the ball back out to me for the next shot. She was always of generous and gracious nature which is probably why she let me do most of the shooting. My dad built houses for a living but must have left his tape measure at the construction site on the day that he put up that basket.