A thank you to Jim who unknowingly has rekindled a young cowboy ‘s desire. to hit the hardwood.
Oh no, there’s no want to run up and down the court in games best left to kids. That part of the game packed up and vanished forty-five years ago.
These days, there’s been just the sweet rediscovery of the simplest of things…that intoxicating sound of the ball finding the strings…a reminder that you might not have much, but there still remains that touch.
Why be bothered by a very limited range…when the free throw line is now the three point line?
It is no longer about distance. The attraction runs much deeper than that.
It is that once discarded meditative like state where nothing else matters but the thump, thump, thump on the floor and that delicious sound of nothing but net.
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