Back on the hoops court

I couldn't find the bottom of the net all during my practice session today as I finally grabbed my trusty basketball, courtesy of my good friend John "Catholic" Lavelle, who used to tear up afternoon runs with me at the East Shore Y.

Finally got two others to play a little 21, the game where every man is for himself and the first to get to 21 points wins. One dude was a European who faded to his left every time. The other was a doo-ragged big man who preferred a lazy game. I was missing from the corner and then everything started to click with the outside shot. I learned a little from watching Rashard Lewis' release. Thwap. Nothing but net. Three straight from beyond the arc and I had reached 21.

No big deal. But it always feels good to win in the universal game of basketball.