a crossover can be a reminder of whose you are and shooting 3/5 kinda piss me off more than it should.
a inconsequential frame in the first quarter last night made me happy and thankful for the basketball journey Shorty is writing for me.
to be from a city where basketball is at the center fr.
from my backyard, to Bocek, to Druid Hill, The Dome, Cloverdale, Chinquapin, Northwood and all the double rims that taught us physics and finesse.
to the old heads that told us that we would go to the league and helped us dream
to domed surfaces with tire marks instead of court lines , to learning not to shoot into the evenin sun.
to Deja who made 18 foot jumpers outside with a whole ankle monitor on, to the tattered nets that reveal its life well lived.
to
@muvawhye who came to all my games, and got me my first pair of adult sized sneakers, and my first camera
to my father who taught me how to play and to develop other interests. who took two poles, two cinder blocks, some barrier fencing and zip ties to make the green monster.
to my camp counselor
@mccoughtry
who the world knows as a basketball hall of famer. to my brother
@rudygay
to
@coachbrilg and
@jerm21attack who affirmed my interests at a crucial age, who’d bring my cameras to me sometimes, who’d hold my things, who’d let me figure out how to see and do and try the thing.
to
@lisa__snowden who told me i need to do something, and to
@coachsambrand who let me do it. to
@ctc_seandon7 who let me do it, to the people in random parks and gyms who let me do it. to TJ who let me do it.
to all the memories and people from a rich and specific experience with the game
thank you Shorty
thank you Shorty
thank you Shorty
i appreciate you Yo
