I swapped a dinner with the Schmidt’s for 35 used Pro V’s last night. Our families have known each other for at least my whole life. It’s funny to think that we’ve been friends for that long and still stay in touch. Either way, Bill and I were talking about the video below:
- Bud calling for the ball at :52 seconds was a part that I thought Bill was mentioning at dinner when I “refused to pass him the ball.” It was not.
- My favorite part is 1:14 where I throw a bullet at Steven Rudman who cowers in fear.
- At 1:40 you can see Bud calling for the ball again but if you listen closely, I’m being coached to “Go! Go!”. Not a very good shot BTW.
- Like you seriously can’t figure out why I don’t pass the rock? Watch the first second of this clip.
- Sam makes an appearence at :30
- Bud clapping for his own make at 1:00 is classic.
Growing Up
It’s great to watch these old videos because you see where you were when you’re 7 and then how you evolve 25 years later. Up to about 14 years of age, basketball was life. I went to summer camps, winter camps, played intramural, practiced a lot. I was an above average player who got cut in 7th grade when I didn’t hit puberty and was undersized. I ran track from that day on.
I don’t have any other point except that I’m fairly certain that if I believed “I can be anyone I want to be, even a basketball player”, I’d be reffing youth games at my age.
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