Why I don’t play basketball.
It feels like 3rd grade all over again.
Me and my friends are playing a casual game of basketball. I had grown to like the sport, but I clearly wasn’t the best at it. The score is tied. There are ten seconds left in the game, and someone passes me the ball!
I don’t know what to do! The ball feels cold in my hands.
I am the biggest clutz in the world.
I am clumsy with my words, and I am clumsy with my actions.
And with all my might, I try to do the only thing I can think of: Go for the hail mary pass. I shoot the ball, aiming my best towards that square right above the net. Not realizing that I had released the ball midcourt. And the net was too far away.
I miscalculate everything.
I fumble. Always too early, always too early.
Wind and gravity work together. The ball loses its trajectory and it lands feet away from the net. We had lost, and all because I had released too soon.
I speak too soon. I am an amateur, and I know only one thing about the sport: When in doubt, shoot.
That never got me anywhere, and I am still here.
I don’t know how to play the game, and maybe I never will. But one thing I learned from all this is, when someone passes you the ball, don’t shoot, pass it to someone else. :(
& that is why I don’t play basketball.
