Had the recurring basketball dream again and this time, I came through big-time in the clutch. With the game on the line, getting hacked on a drive to the hoop and converting the lay-up for the win. Then awoke, excited and ready for more hoop!!! Seems that you never really get the love for the game, out of your blood.
Didn't shoot the "and one" free throw in the dream. Maybe the other team just walked off the court with heads bowed, knowing who's dream it was and the ultimate futility of their cause.
With dreams, a hoop junkies playing days are never really over. And in the dreams, your legs are forever young. (Apologies to Bob Dylan.)
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