Basketball

I used to play basketball. I used to love basketball. I loved the feeling of the ball in my hand. I love the quick thinking required in the middle of a game. I loved being part of a team, that I could not accomplish any of this without them. I loved that it relieved my stress, rid me of anger, and left me with happiness after I walked off the court. Although I loved all of these things, the thing I loved the most was that my dad and I finally had something to talk about. He was the best coach and he loved watching me play. My dad worked 7 days a week but he would always take off for every basketball game. It didn't matter if the game was 3 hours away, he would be there.

After being bullied and belittled by coach for my entire junior year season. I quit basketball.

I missed the game like you miss an old friend.

But what I really missed was my dad's involvement in my life.