Basketball. The smell of old leather and stale sweat. The sound of a hardwood symphony. Piercing squeaks. Booming echos. Ripping nylon. Shouts and grunts and gasping. Hands and elbows and knees. Surface chaos masking an intricate dance. God what a great game.
The season is underway so how about a little Jordan love for old time’s sake. These are three of my favorites but there are many more.