During my teen years, I pretty much spent all my time around basketball. I was a die hard ball player. They called me a “gym rat” because during our 10 minute breaks between clases in High School, I was one of those who ran to the gym to shoot around for 9 minutes. When I wasn’t playing ball, I was watching Michael Jordan play ball. In short, I was really into basketball.
I was pretty good also. Which is why I am writing this blog post. By “pretty good”, I base that off being in a pretty popular but yet Jewish school. So although it was top for Jewish basketball, I am sure it was on no level to public school competition. That being said, for my competition in my school, I was pretty up there. Okay, back to the title of this post.
Last night, I was playing basketball – I absolutely stink now, by the way. And I had one of those slow motion moments. You know, where you have the ball, and either see or anticipate a hole opening up (either for a driving lane or a sweet pass). I saw it last night. I don’t remember seeing that slow motion moment in years, maybe close to five plus years.
I had the ball at the top of the key (~ foul line for those who don’t speak basketball) and I saw some movement amongst the players. Things just slowed down. Ultimately, I did not end up using the hole or lane because one of the players stopped his movements and the opportunity left – but for a brief second, it was there.
Why am I blogging this? Well, I don’t know when or even if I will ever see that slow motion effect again in my life. So I figured, as a blogger, I’d blog it and keep it here so I can reference that.
Keep in mind, seeing things in slow motion when I played ball as a teenager was several times a day. After experiencing last night for just a brief second, it reminds me that I miss it. It is hard to describe the feeling, but it made me smile.
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