As a joke, I applied for the past NBA Draft just to be
able to get the official acceptance letter into the draft pool signed by
an NBA official. Turns out the Moultrie News wanted me more than any
Football fever is rampant, and while I have a heightened temperature like the rest of you, I'm saving most of my emotions for basketball season.
Basketball, otherwise known as the greatest sport on the planet, is starting back up with college hoops teams breaking in their sneakers during the first weeks of official practice. Even the NBA's Charlotte Bobcats and New Orleans Hornets enjoyed a preseason game in Charleston about a week ago.
There's a basketball court near my home, but only one goal is raised to 10 feet and the court is in a condition that will scare any athletes' ankles. I play out there on occasion, launching shots and honing some dribble moves.
But, no one joins me. I shower regularly, so I've concluded that if anybody is tempted to play with me but doesn't, it's not one of those: 'The only thing I'd guard him with is a stick of Right Guard.'
I can certainly hold my own in pickup games, so I've also concluded that any onlookers won't refrain from playing because they're using the that-guy-sucks excuse. I'm just not playing in an area where people invite the idea that a ball, a pair of sneakers and a goal make for the best hour or so of competition.
Did I describe your philosophy? Where are the best spots in town to play a pickup basketball game?
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