Growing up, basketball meant everything to me.
I barely made the middle school team. I was terrible.
The coach told my parents I would probably not make the high school team.
I spent hours and hours a day playing basketball in the driveway the summer before I started high school.
I remember sleeping with my basketball...and dribbling everywhere trying to become a better ball handler.
I watched college basketball and the NBA all the time. I knew all the players and all their stats. (Because that's important, right?!)
My parents would often suprise me with an NBA Digest on the end of my bed when I got home from school.
My favorite Christmas gift ever was my Lakers t-shirt and matching shorts.
I played basketball all four years of highschool.
Every summer my parents allowed me to go to an out of state basketball camp that they probably couldn't afford.
I held the all-time three point record at my high school for a couple of years after I graduated.
I would have done better in college if it weren't for my basketball distraction.
I vowed that the man I married would need to have a "shot" almost as good as mine. (Can you believe I thought that was a quality I needed to have in a husband?)
It's funny, looking back all those years ago...I thought basketball was my life....and maybe it was then.
But today, basketball isn't even in my top 50 list of favorite things to do in life. Unless of course you count shooting with this little guy or watching his basketball games. Isn't it funny how our interests change as we get older....and smarter! I can certainly understand Brady's passion for tennis. I wonder if he will always love it...or if that will change for him too as he gets older.
By the way, my husband has a great shot!
I guess I got pretty lucky!