Kaylin Signor

Melinda Schroeder

10-3-16

Blog Post #2

     I finish walking up the short but steep hill onto the cement pad in my driveway, the burning sensation in my legs reminding me (once again) that I should probably be in better shape than this. I grip the rubber basketball in my hands, dust from much use outside rubs off on my hands and I debate between rubbing it off or not, but I decide that they’re about to get worse anyways. The best time to shoot hoops at my house is in the middle of the afternoon on a cloudy day. If it’s raining, your hands tend to go numb which makes doing anything with a basketball difficult. But if it’s sunny, you can’t see the back board over the piercing rays of the sun, making you squint like you’re blind for several hours.

     Like I said, the afternoon on a cloudy day is the best time to play, I can look at my target (the hoop) without fear of losing my eyesight, and I don’t get frostbite from the cold either, the clouds keep it at the perfect temperature where I can enjoy my time. I bounce the ball in the cement a few times to test out its air pressure, the ball bounces back into my hands right away and I start warming up. I shoot a few shots right by the hoop, each one bouncing off the slanted hoop into the net that’s hanging on by a few threads. With each basket made, I expect the hoop to get knocked right off its base pole, it’s not exactly the strongest hoop... The cement pad works because it’s a hard surface, and if you’re determined then this is all you need. You just have to look past the cracks, the bumps in odd places, the part where it decides to become a hill instead of a flat surface, and just play basketball.

     The best part about this place is when my little 4’ something brother comes to scrimmage with me. His determination to not allow me to go easy on him makes me laugh, I always ask him if I should go easy on him and he’ll answer with an emphatic “no!” But then a few minutes into the game and he’ll say “maybe just don’t go your hardest.” Have you ever seen a Chihuahua go after a bigger dog? That’s how my brother plays against anyone. Vicious, scrappy, and not very willing to give up, he’ll come running (slightly awkwardly) at you, try to steal the ball, and then when you dribble around him and make the mistake of thinking that you’re in the clear, he’ll come at you from behind and grab the ball. Playing with my brother is always interesting and can guarantee some laughs.

     The worst part about this court is having it right beside the highway… If the ball goes in the hoop and falls just right on to the edge of the base of the pole, it’ll bounce right off of it and start rolling (more like racing) towards the road. This means that there are a few rules involved with shooting: Rule 1. Don’t shoot if there’s a car coming. Rule 2. Don’t shoot if there’s a car coming. Rule 3. DON’T SHOOT IF THERE’S A CAR COMING. If you fail to heed these rules then you will have to frantically run after the ball while at the same time straining your ears for engine noises and looking both ways down the stretch of highway 112. If you hear or see a vehicle coming, then you have to pray that the ball rolls faster and makes it over the road before the car gets there, then you carefully cross and retrieve it later. Needless to say, playing basketball up there has added to my gray hairs…

     It may not be the best court, but it’s my court. It’s where I can go that’s quiet and I can clear my head of thoughts. The repetitive motion of dribble towards the hoop, shoot the ball in the direction of the net (hope it goes in), then run to catch your rebound, and repeat, is calming and mindless so that I can relax, and in a family of 8, relaxing is a good thing.
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