Ravi's Sports Classic Part 1

Oh, the joys of being a kid. You know, one of my favorite things when I was but a wee lad was this little mini Nerf basket ball hoop that hung from the back of my bedroom door. All of the neighborhood kids would come over for the big tournament which happened on at least a once a day basis. Of course I, being the owner of such said hoop, had developed a particularly adept mastery of mad skills from just about every possible shot to be made in the room, which of course could only come ever so naturally from residing in the home field advantage called my room.

Oh yes, there was the jump shot from the back corner of the wall with the window on it, where you had to ever so gently finesse your way just over the corner of the steel frame of the top bunk (I had the top bunk by the way, my brother slept in the bottom) and with just the right bit of back spin…SWISH!!!! “OH YEAH BABY! DID YOU SEE THAT SHOT!”

The room erupted with cheers from the local riff raff. Oh the glorious victory accompanied by the I kicked your butt dance. Once again I had conquered all who had come before me, all who dared challenge my prowess. I was the champion, the victor, the winner of all, I was the best.

Then there was the living room baseball games. The EZ boy chair was first base. Third base was an end table that was nowhere near the end of anything so I don’t even know why they called it that whoever they are. The couch was in the center of the room so it only seemed fitting that it be second base. Of course this made a great dynamic for the I got you/no you didn’t arguments because of the overwhelming size. Tied couch goes to the runner. Finally, the rule ensued that you had to reach the middle cushion to be considered safe or “YOUR OUTTA THERE!”

So all things considered and this and that not much has changed. Oh yes my body is physically and in almost every way shape and form out grown my 10 year old adolescent piece of grey matter situated somewhere within this thick skull of mine still refusing to this day to accept the unfact that aging is an ever prevalent force of time demanding of me to follow through with it. Maybe one day I’ll reckon with it, but not now. Not today, and probably not tomorrow or the next day neither. For you know what I just got? Do ya? Huh come on, can you guess?


Well you’ll just have to tune in next week to find out because this blog is reached the just about out of space limits. Yes I’ll quit now before this turns into a full fledged chapter. Tune in next week for Ravi’s Sports Classic part 2.