Dear Basketball
Dear Basketball, It is hard to believe I fell in love with you at the age of 36. I have always played growing up, but not until recently have I realized how much I love you Basketball. My adoration for you outweigh my few dislikes. To share a few things I love about you will be easy. First, I crave the rush I get when my hands project your round leather sphere into interlaced strings of nylon. Your white nylon strings are bulwarked by an orange circular iron rod hoisted 10 feet high. Your small circular hoop makes scoring difficult, and a thrill when executed right. Also the opposing team member’s defense, make scoring points a pleasure, every time! Second, the exhilarating exercise you provide me with. Carbs are burned as I run from one end of the court to the other, back and forth, sweating profusely longing for your touch. Without the longing to hold you in my hands, I would not be able to burn calories effortlessly. I have tried to burn calories without you...