It all started today.
I was shooting hoops down the street on an outdoor court with my roommate. It began with us shooting the ball and shooting the shit. Then we played a bit of horse, practiced some left-handed layups, then inextricably ran a suicide. Then we tried touching rim. We both missed. Badly.
My roommate can be forgiven. Having never officially played basketball and standing at 5’10 he doesn’t scream “air time.”
But me? I’m 6’3. I played basketball in high school. And since I’ve been finished playing organized ball I’ve always kept the game near me. I played intramurals in college. I play every weekend now. Basketball has long been my way of exercise, release or even therapy. I never conquered the dunk, though. Setting screens? Check. Boxing out? King of it. Giving solid passes right to your chest? I can do that too. I just wasn’t bound for the highlight reels.
So today it begins. Without taking out the measuring stick it looks like I’m a good seven or eight inches from comfortably dunking the basketball. Which, for me, might as well be a yard. But that’s what will make this process so much fun.
I realize this blog has probably been written by people sharing the same aspiration. But that doesn’t make this any less genuine. I’ve wanted this for a long time. And even though long-gone are the days of playing in front of packed bleachers at my high school and middle school, the goal is there all the same. Dunking in a pick up game a year or two from now would be SO kick ass.
Without putting a world of thought into it, I can think of three things to help my chances of achieving it: dropping any unneeded weight with cardio, generally eating better and doing a lot of leg workouts. I have a jump rope at my house. That’s probably going to be a good start. Wish me luck.
Oh, and, Happy New Year.