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Weekend at Grandma and Grandpa’s

Weekend at Grandma and Grandpa’s

A few months ago I wrote this post but never hit the publish button. With that being said, it’s interesting looking back at the post realizing my thought haven’t changed. It shows my consistency.

Weekend at Grandma and Grandpa’s

I had the kids for the weekend. It was amazing. Not everything went to plan but that’s what made it great.

Settling in my childhood home on Friday night, my mother showed me news article announcing a youth basketball clinic in Keney Park. Although I hadn’t been to the park in years, I thought it would be great to go back.

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Starting to Realize I’m too Old for This

Starting to Realize I’m too Old for This

Throughout my playing career, I rarely was hurt. In high school I was fortunate to strain a muscle on an off week. I had the flu for two games during the state tournament. But I rebounded by splitting my chin open on the floor for the state finals.

During college I had nagging back issues. Playing through the injury disrupted my chi. The injury spread its destructive energy into my right leg, through my hamstring, down to the knee, and finally settling into a career ending tendonitis of the achilles.

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Fatherhood and Teaching

Fatherhood and Teaching

My first real interaction with Chris came a few weeks into our freshmen year of high school.  We were in a pickup game during after school intramurals and I had the ball at the three point line.  Chris was guarding me.  I was very aware of who he was – this was the 13-year-old who could already dunk!  As any proud former 8th grade all-star would do, I decided to see what he was all about.  I made a move and drove right by him! 

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Hey, God Punished You

Hey, God Punished You

Growing up I learned from my parents being an older sibling means you’ve got to slow down, be a leader and good example for your younger sibling. If you aren’t going to be good to your younger siblings, you are going to pay for it when they outgrow you or Karma is going to pay a visit. As a parent I try to teach my kids the same things. My son is expected to be a model example and “useful engine” around the house (we are still into Thomas references).

Unfortunately, things don’t always go to plan. Sometimes one of the kids is unagreeable. Other times the kids have no idea what they are supposed to do. On rare occasions, the Karma gods reap their vengeance.

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There’s a New Breed of Basketball

There’s a New Breed of Basketball

Today’s game of basketball has changed. Now a days (I sound like an old timer), players are incredibly skilled. The average basketball player can shoot and handle the ball better than guys five or ten years ago. They can score on a zone, they can run an offensive play, and they can talk about the latest highlight on Sports Center. But where is the hunger?

Growing up I played basketball with a good group of guys. All they did was play ball. Day and night, all they wanted was to hoop. They worked on their game and expected to better than they were the day before. At the end of a pick up game, guys would start chirping about who got scored on, whose game was on point and whose sneaker game was ratchet. Simply put, they were hungry.

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