In college, I used to go to the gym with my basketball and shoot half-court shots for a few hours at a time. I got quite good, making about a third of the shots, sometime from even well beyond half-court. Last fall, my friend Lucy White accompanied me to such a session at an outdoor court. I was struggling from long-range, just barely missing the shots I had grown accustomed to making. As the sun was setting, I told Lucy that I would attempt one more, and she offered me the following ultimatum: If you miss, a child will drown!. I composed myself, feeling the burden of this responsibility for an innocent childs life, and made the half-court shot. Two Thursdays ago, I went to Oliver Elementary School, where Lucy leads a student-run farmers market. After purchasing and devouring four persimmons, another homette, Allison Kendrick, took a stroll with me to the basketball court behind the school. I had my ball in my car, and couldnt resist attempting a single half-court shot before we had to leave. I told Allison the story of my previous child-saving heroics, and asked her to provide similar motivation before I attempted the shot. If you dont make it, Bengles (Lucys housemates dog) will get lost for a whole week! With that terrifying possibility in mind, I heaved the ball from mid court, and made the shot. We laughed, high-fived, and left. LChaim, stupid talents!
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 04:42:03 +0000
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