I fell in love with basketball when I was 10, mainly, because it gave me an excuse to hang out in my brother’s room. He’d sit on his bed, with a transistor radio to his ear, so absorbed in a game, that he barely noticed when I barged in and plopped onto the floor. I’d cheer or boo half a second after he did, doing my best to echo his outrage when he’d yell “No!”
I don't follow basketball, but this essay was so good. Thanks for sharing and best of luck with all of it - these midlife challenges are not kidding.
I don't think I knew this about you... believe it or not... how could that be?? When I lived in NYC I religiously followed the Pat Riley Knicks. I watched when OJ in his white Bronco interrupted and I and everyone in the packed Columbia University area bar were furious. I watched in a jam packed Avenue B Bar as Ewing's tip in rolled off the rim. I watched when Starks dunked over Michael Jordan and the Garden erupted. Memories I'll never forget. Thanks for helping me relive them again with another great "newsletter." And sorry about your mom. I went through something very similar with my stepdad. It's rough, I know.
I love you.