Had Yourself a Merry Little Christmas?
Posted by: David Bunch
I hope all the readers of The Benchwarmer(s) had a great Christmas. As you can tell, we have had a busy season. With preparations for the new baby, Brad getting married, and the big Day itself, well....
Kristen (my 13 year old niece-really-daughter) received a basketball goal for Christmas. Okay, okay...so I wanted one too....
It worked out really nice. I had gone and bought a brand new goal to put together for the lass, but then I noticed something. While helping Brad get his furniture out of the bachelor pad and into the new McDonald residence, it became clear that Brad had not one but two goals, as the prior owners left theirs and Brad already owned one himself.
So I returned the new basketball goal that was still in box and bingo, a basketball goal completely ready for play awaited Christmas Morning. Trust me, it was well worth the hastle of returning one just to not have to put one completely together.
Today while I was out shooting jump shots...ahem...while I was watching my niece shoot jump shots...okay, okay, I was shooting...I realized once again the marvel of the driveway basketball hoop.
You see, when you are out shooting jump shots it's just you and the ball and the goal. You find a rhythm and boom. You can think about everything or nothing. You can brood or philosophize. You can dream or replay failed dreams. You can plan or you can pray. It's poetry in motion, baby.
For years that was my afternoon routine, throughout high school and to some degree in college. It just helps you clear your mind and think through things that need to be thought out.
So, to all you Aunts and Uncles out there, buy your niece or nephew a basketball goal. It's the ultimate therapy.
I hope all the readers of The Benchwarmer(s) had a great Christmas. As you can tell, we have had a busy season. With preparations for the new baby, Brad getting married, and the big Day itself, well....
Kristen (my 13 year old niece-really-daughter) received a basketball goal for Christmas. Okay, okay...so I wanted one too....
It worked out really nice. I had gone and bought a brand new goal to put together for the lass, but then I noticed something. While helping Brad get his furniture out of the bachelor pad and into the new McDonald residence, it became clear that Brad had not one but two goals, as the prior owners left theirs and Brad already owned one himself.
So I returned the new basketball goal that was still in box and bingo, a basketball goal completely ready for play awaited Christmas Morning. Trust me, it was well worth the hastle of returning one just to not have to put one completely together.
Today while I was out shooting jump shots...ahem...while I was watching my niece shoot jump shots...okay, okay, I was shooting...I realized once again the marvel of the driveway basketball hoop.
You see, when you are out shooting jump shots it's just you and the ball and the goal. You find a rhythm and boom. You can think about everything or nothing. You can brood or philosophize. You can dream or replay failed dreams. You can plan or you can pray. It's poetry in motion, baby.
For years that was my afternoon routine, throughout high school and to some degree in college. It just helps you clear your mind and think through things that need to be thought out.
So, to all you Aunts and Uncles out there, buy your niece or nephew a basketball goal. It's the ultimate therapy.
