Sunday, March 30, 2008

Great Weekend

This weekend was so great for me. It really elevated my mood. Basically, it was a weekend of basketball, and I loved it.

Saturday I went to my alma mater to play some pickup hoops. As I stated before, I loved college. It was the best time of my life. Playing basketball there was a huge part in those good times. The best pickup games in the state are at my former college, so one of my good friends (who was a roommate of mine at school) decided to make the nearly hour drive.

We got on those courts and ran the youngsters out of the gym. It was freaking great. We were at least 4 years older than anyone we played. We're both not exactly in the greatest shape of our lives. Despite this, we still kicked ass. We won 5 games in a row before getting beat, and that was pretty much only because we were so tired we couldn't run anymore.

For months now, I've been lamenting about how I've lost some of my game over the last couple of years. Well, I think I must have left it up at school because when I went back, I seemed to have found it. I brought it back to my hometown with me, and on Sunday night, I played a few more pickup games against some pretty good and athletic players. I won all 4 games I played. I was hitting 3's from every where, step back jumpers, taking it to the basket and finishing in traffic, pull up jumpers in the lane... it felt like I had everything back. Even my first step seemed to come back.

Of course, I got to watch all the NCAA Tournament games including Stephen Curry going off on everyone. For the last week, he was my new favorite college basketball player. Of course, with his incredible showing in the tournament (despite finally losing to Kansas) he'll probably enter the NBA draft. The NBA just isn't as fun to watch as college ball.

Anyways... I didn't mean to bore you all with my basketball stories. I promise there's a point to this.... which is that my mood has been greatly elevated from playing basketball well. I said before that nothing really makes me happy, but I guess that's not really true. Basketball makes me happy. It doesn't always make me happy. Sometimes, I play like crap, and it makes me really miserable. When I play well though, I feel like the I'm on top of the world.

Actually, my mood is very dependent on how well I play basketball now. It's pretty sad when I think about it. I'm still in my mid 20's, so I'm still relatively young. However, in a few years, I'll be turning 30, and it won't be too long before my athleticism and therefore, my play drops off significantly. I shudder to think about my life then. What will I do for happiness?

Tomorrow, it's back to work. I expect my good mood will probably last me through Tuesday, but then the work week will finally catch up to me and bring me back down to earth.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Maybe life isn't about being happy..maybe in the end we just have ourselves to be "happy"...whatever happy is.

Anonymous said...

When you get old, you'll just have to play smarter. That means posting up smaller guys and creating space away from big guys. Conditioning is key also. If you're in good shape, you'll play the same for a long, long time.

susan said...

That's awesome that basketball is a true passion of yours. Even when you're older, you'll always have it, even if its just to toss a ball around once in awhile :)