Port City Fog
If you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, the answer I’d have given you was “I want to be basketball player.” Sometimes I played for 3 different teams at one time. There were some years I was an “all-star” and some years I didn’t make varsity with my friends. That same year, I was approached by a coach from another school who may have seen something in me that the other coach didn’t. He asked me to leave my high school and come play for his team. He’d make sure I’d finish my high school career with a basketball scholarship. Of course, I did exactly what you’d expect a high school kid to do and stayed in my comfort zone at my high school with my friends.
Like music, the sport helped me through some pretty dark times. It gave me a family, it gave me an outlet and it gave me a distraction. It’s given me some of my longest friendships. I may have played until I “aged out” but nothing will ever replace the feel of the leather, the squeak on the floor or the sound of the ball brushing through the net.
You know what they say, “Those who can, do. Those who can’t, make clothes for those who can.” 😉