Note: I don’t know if anyone still reads this, but I figured I should mention it. This will be the last post I make on this blog, but you can continue to find my thoughts on my page at Bleacher Report. I suppose it’s possible that the next Missourian basketball writers will continue to post on this blog, but I really don’t know.
Like so many other kids, I spent countless hours of my childhood dribbling and shooting a basketball on my own or with a neighbor in my family’s driveway just beyond the backyard.
Every once in a while, I would decide I needed to work on my quickness with a few defensive shuffles and other exercises. But that never lasted very long, because I had a tendency to get self-conscious when cars drove by and saw me shuffling back and forth across the “lane” created by three cracks around the basket. Plus, it’s a lot more fun to see what I believed to be a three-pointer swish through the bottom of the net, even if it required poor form to get it there.
Sometimes, I wonder if I would have felt differently had I paid more attention to guys like J.T. Tiller growing up. Read the rest of this entry »
