Lets get this one out of the way early, as will probably be my most impassioned post for some time.
I grew up loving basketball. My dad played in college until he had a very bad knee injury at work. He was on a heavy construction bridge building crew while going to college. He suffered a bad injury when a steel beam fell on him crushing part of his knee. The next 10 years of his life would entertain multiple knee surgeries and braces and the occasional set of crutches. Needless to say he had to let go of his basketball dreams. It never stopped him from playing though and to this day I wouldn’t want anyone else on my team. He can still grind and still shoot the lights out. So some of those dreams and aspirations got passed down to me as a little kid. So we always had a basketball hoop in the driveway and dad taught me all the tricks of the trade.
This lasted as my primary focus all the way up until middle school. I believed I was in the top 5 players of the school, honestly, and even in retrospect I am not being boastful, I believe that to be a true claim. Unfortunately for me, I did not get my Fathers height, instead I got my Mother’s shortness. So I was not that appealing as a ball player, but as I still surprise people today on the court I knew my skills could overcome this objection. The middle school coach however for whatever reason, valued speed over skill. In two days of tryouts we did 30 running drills, and only 1 massive scrimmage game in which I touched the ball one time. So my skills did not get a chance to show, and I certainly never claimed to be the fastest, though in basketball I disagree with the importance placed on that quality. Needless to say, I didn’t make the squad, and thus my aspirations and love of the game of basketball began to fade.