Today I thought I'd start a short series to talk about some of my pathetic attempts at sports over the years for you to enjoy....and laugh at me for.
In high school, I was pretty good. Dad taught us to use the backboard to hit our shots and we played a lot of HORSE, so we could pretty much hit from anywhere on the court. I was tall, so lay ups and blocks were simple too. At summer camp, my teams did pretty good. I scored the most points and even got picked #1 in their "all-star" game at the end of the week.
Then I went to college for 3 years without shooting a single ball.
When I signed up for the team I was in my senior year and felt like it'd be something fun to do before I left. I remember telling my entire team about my high school stats and that if they wanted to win, just hand the ball to me and it'd be a sure score every time.
Karma ensured I was setting myself up for the worst fail imaginable.
We lost. Bad. And I played....horrible. Missing every shot and shooting airballs a couple of those times too. I looked (and felt) like a jackass.
I apologized to the team and volunteered to leave. No one stopped me.
Last year I played with a few highschoolers and was happy to see me dominate them like the old days....until the first 5 minutes, then I was gassed, out of breath and unable to continue the rest of the game.
Yep...the magic's never coming back to me again.
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