Another day on the job. We do it for the love of the game, right? Like every youngster, I dreamed of making the League. “M.J. to B. Will,” I envisioned as I dunked on my plastic door-hung hoop. Remember those days?
I always remember back to my idols every time I see a basketball game on t.v. My hoop dreams quickly faded away. I guess I wasn’t tall enough and I wasn’t fast enough and was just short of the 10,000 hours of practice that it takes for you to become a pro. Every time I sunk a fade away shot in someones face, my friends called my so called talent, “luck.” I believed them. Always thought that “luck” would carry me pretty far though. If my dreams to make it big will come true, I will have to find another way.
