Shooting around with a guy pal of mine as I attempt to regain my range of motion in my right knee. I wore a black brace that pretty much ran from my thigh to my shin...which made it quite difficult to play, but I managed.
After noting how fundamentally sound he was, I ask'd, "Did you play in high school?" He told me did. & then I replied, "Dude, you're really good. Why are you not playing now?" He tells me he chose football above all, but he misses it.
After casually shooting, (because that's pretty much all I could do on that particular day), he ask'd, "Why are you not playing now?" After pointing to my brace, I explained the injury that's been discouraging me for the last two years...
We then both agreed on how we miss the organized sport & how we always knew we'd be play'n college ball, until we got to college...#sigh.
But seriously, not even an hour later, this man steps on the court & shakes my hand & tells me he's been watching my game & taking note of how I play. He coaches for a school nearby & would love for me to transfer & play. "But I'm hurt." But he assured me they have the ideal therapists that can get where I need to be.
We talked for a while; I had a lot of questions. He gave me his info & I said I'd keep in touch.
But what's crazy is: Any other day & at any other point in my life, I would've been stoked! Would've told him yes right away! Ain't nothing to think about!
But that's not the case now...
I'm really learning & developing myself. I'm now more than just a basketball player, so it's not that easy to just drop everything & run...
Well, my life will play out as it was planned...just gotta hear from the big guy that plan'd it...
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