Tricia's Partial Mutterings

Roots

Well I sorta tried to get back to my roots a little... you all are going to laugh that I can consider this a little bit of my roots... but I went to the school behind my house and played a little basketball. Back in the day this used to clear my head. Nikki walked around the pool every night, Jenny hid in her room listening to talk radio and stories (later taking after Nikki and walking around the pool too), and I usually went outside and shot some hoops.

Man, it wasn't as clearing as it used to be in the past. I think mainly because I didn't have the same decision cracks, where I would shoot it from a certain point and it would mean one thing, or the obstacle of my mom's car. I miss that old hoop. The people that bought our house tore it down. The thing was massive. My dad put it regulation height of 10 feet and when I was in Jr High, just think how big it must have looked. He even filled the thing with concrete. I used to climb the pole like I used to climb the trees and get onto the roof, which I might add were ripped down too.

Damn Draeger and all her symbolism. Does our mind and our body really let or not let us make a shot? There were those little numbers on the court for the kids to sit on for PE and of course I tried a shot from the 15. I missed... short, and then the ball just bounced further and further away from me. I know symbolism is all in how you look at it... but really, isn't that the whole point of symbolism? Well I took a shot at another number... don't worry, I can most likely assign a number to all of my readers. Now this number, I hit the rim, barely missing and it bounced right back to me. Was it a way of saying take another shot? Well I didn't... I didn't want to know...