Today I went back to courts and threw the ball at the hoop for the first "real" time in over a year. I wasn't there long and I was asked to play one-on-one with a kid that I recognized, only now he was much bigger:-) A couple of years ago my bro and I played against him and his brother and beat them soundly over and over again. I'm talking 15-2 kinda games. Now the kid was 17 years old, 6-2 and about 185 pounds.
So we proceeded to play and I easily won the first game 15-6. While he had grown, his skill set was football. He is a running back for the high school team. That athletic abilty didn't really crossover to the basketball world. After we finished the first game I could tell his brother, who was watching, wasn't really happy. Apparently, his brother has some sort of disabilty. Not sure exactly what it is, but something is a bit off for him.
Anyway, I began thinking that winning to the kid I was playing meant more to him and his brother then it did to me. Sometimes winning at a young age gives hope and belief. He went on to win the next two games and left extremely happy.
Winning is meaning less and less to me as I get older. Impact is the key now. The post title is called "gettin soft", but really I think it's called maturity. Just don't tell anyone;-)
Peace!
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