FW, Ready for spring

I am ready for spring. I took my break today at work and walked around the canyon park technology center grounds. I walked past the basketball courts, which were still covered with snow. I thought about last summer and all the good times I had playing basketball on those courts. Sometimes I would play pick-up games with whoever else was on the courts. Sometimes I would go with buddies and have three point shoot-outs or lay up contests. Most of the time though, I would just play by my self. I'd strap on my adidas, tie the drawstring tight on my shorts and dawn my favorite Lebron James jersey. And then all my worries would go out the window and I could just concentrate on getting that cow hide globe to hit home. It was nice and warm today and the sun was shining brightly, and I longed for those courts to be clear so that I could play basketball.

Those basketball courts hold a lot of bitter-sweet memories for me. There was the time when I hit six three-pointers in a row and thought I was king of the world. And then there was that seventh shot that just barely rimmed out and broke my heart. Then, there was the time I rolled my ankle while playing against nobody but myself, and there was the time I lost my ball in the high, overgrown weeds by the cafeteria building. There were those days I played in the pouring rain and other days in the scourching sun, as my face dripped with sweat. There were days when I played until dark and I still hadn't had enough. Those were the days. Good times. Good times.

Then, I passed the courts and finished my break, and sat back down in my cubicle. I logged into my phone and started taking calls again. Boy I can't wait for spring!