One of my first memories in life was watching my brother, Marshall, dribble a basketball. I was maybe three years old, my brother maybe five, and my grandfather set up a basketball net in his driveway. I couldn’t dribble so I bounced the huge ball with both of my hands. It was massive, bigger than my head, and I had no idea how people actually held it in one hand. I looked up to my brother and was in awe of his master talents. He could actually dribble the ball with one hand and he was strong enough to shoot it at the net. He was going to be in the NBA and I was going to be his biggest competition. Until then, I would watch his every move and learn from the best. That’s what big brothers are for, right? Continue reading →